And there was great rejoicing!
And the rehab center has cats, right?
Congratulations and very glad for you!
Saw the cats for awhile. It’s very hot outside.
The cats look great.
The kitties got to see da Beck! There must be great joy in Catville tonight. Wonder which one will go home with her? Are they casting lots or drawing straws?
Wonderful news! Since you rehab that place as much as it rehabs you, it’s good tidings all around.
And pork chops for dins! Nirvana!
The cats are what make the recovery go well!
~VOW
Great news, Beck! 
So there are more cats at the rehab? My advice: Relax and enjoy the good eats. Pork chips are great – I just had some well-marinated ones yesterday and leftovers today. When you get bored after a few days or a week, go home – but don’t forget to pick up a cat that you like from whatever assortment they have. Then write to us about how the new cat (which I’m sure will have a perfectly wonderful name that you will have bestowed on it) is getting on with the rest of the menagerie. (I predict Jojo will be aggressively territorial, while Bayliss will just watch from the sidelines with a sort of quiet amusement.)
He is coming to visit The Reck tomorrow. Or so he says.
Different budget, probably. Or they might have to charge you for the bandaids, but they don’t have a way of charging you for the Scotch tape.
After reading futher, it seems you’re back in Rehab (great, now I’ve got a Amy Winehouse earworm), which at least has better food and hopefully fewer interior windows for sign posting.
Hope you’re back home soonish.
So are they. You have to be a sadist to be a physical therapist.
Good luck and God bless. Hope your time in therapy is as short (or as long) as you hope, and hope the homestead isn’t a complete disaster zone by the time you get out!
When I was in college, a friend of mine was a physical therapy major. He liked to say that there were two flavors of PTs:
- “Ohh, you poor thing, I can see how much pain you’re in. We’ll do everything we can to get you back to normal.”
- “No pain, no gain! Stop whining and work harder!”
He also said that the field tended towards the second type. 
In all seriousness, it does take a special type of personality to be good as a physical therapist. While you are manipulating joints and causing pain, you need to distract the patient, usually with conversation. You also have to be firm in your belief that the pain you are causing will improve the person’s life overall. And, you have to be able to tell the difference between “Ow! you’re stretching my joint too far” and “Ow! This is a new pain!”"
And the difference between “Ow! That’s doing just what it’s supposed to!” and “Ow! No, seriously, that’s going to do more damage!”
That’s got to be a tricky one, since people vary so much in how they express pain.
This please. And let’s hear it for PTs who actually listen to what the patient is saying and not getting tripped up by they’re using the wrong words.
Beck, I’m so happy you are in rehab. This is most excellent news. Maybe you should just adopt a PT instead of another cat. It might be cheaper in the long run. Best of healing and recovery to you! And a scritch or two for Bayliss.
College GF was in physical therapy. I would get volunteered as the practice dummy. The massage therapy was great; the bone cracking and joint manipulation could get testy. This was 1970 time frame. Don’t know if they still have live victims for practices.
Between Bayliss and the L’il Wrekker, I’m sure the cats are under control, especially troublemakers like Jojo and the meezers.
Physical Therapy is crucial in getting back your independence. Taking care of yourself requires mobility and strength.
I’ve almost begged my mom to use a home health PT. She did really well at the rehab center 3 years ago. They restored a lot of her strength. Her BP would drop when she stood. They got meds to fix that and she went home on a walker.
She went home and lays up in the bed. Now she’s too weak to use a walker. I’m thankful she can still use a wheelchair.
We’re trying to convince her to get admitted and go back to rehab. Let PT work their magic.
I hate to say it, Beck, but it might be time to move down to the first floor of the house. Stair are probably not your friend now.
StG
Hi, Acey.
I’ll gripe but in the end I’ll do it. I’m motivated to get home as soon as possible.
I miss my grandkids and all the pets.
I’ll miss the food here when I leave
It really is restaurant quality. Not 5-star restaurant, but good.
I’m having a little fun at the moment. The CNA who’s tasked with watching me while I’m up, left me in the day room. I immediately fled to my favorite hall seat to watch the cars go by. She has came 3times looking in the day room. I’ll tell her I’m here next time.
that CNA has met her match. Glad your back to your old tricks.