What a waste of time! I had to wake up this morning at the ungodly hour of 7am to get to the hospital at 8am for my first session of physical therapy for my poor poor back. And we all know how good I am at going to sleep early. *sigh* Needless to say, I was tired. I raced the morning sun by swiftly walking the 12 blocks to the hospital and got there a little late (around 8:10ish) but it took them another 15 minutes to attend to me at reception. When I finally got to the “Back School” classroom at 8:25, the teacher kindly informed me that they were just finishing up the last of the exercises on the half hour class. Half hour class?! They want me to wake up at 7am and trudge over there everyday for two weeks to stretch for 30 minutes? I don’t think so!
No. I’m pretty sure they want you to wake up at 6:30 am and trudge over there everyday for two weeks to stretch for 30 minutes.
I think that’s pretty silly too. But I also dont think you shouldnt stretch out your back. If it were me I’d learn the stretches, by going to one or two classes, and then do it in my own home when convienent for me.
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said No No No.
DO IT, just give in and do it. You had enough pain to ask for help, now listen.
this is YOUR Mother speaking.
Rehab is for quitters.
If they really thought it was *that* important, they would have it in a more convenient location.
Like the internet.
@ Marcy – you have a very good point (and a very poor spell checker). I think I’ll take your good advice and get up extra early on Monday and Tuesday and give it a shot. I don’t know if I would even do that if it didn’t fit perfectly before my last two days of directing a cartoon series I’ve been working on. Looks like when the series ends, my rehab ends. But I’ll give it a fair shot and decide on Wednesday.