Yup, I'm back in PT, this time it's a strained/inflamed rotator cuff. The therapist pushes on a spot "does it hurt here?" After I peel myself off the ceiling, I tell her yes.

Ultrasound and massage is wonderful, then the sadist...err, therapist, pulls out her bag of torture devices. These are cleverly disguised as exercise tubes, light weights, and a towel. Don't let the towel fool you, it's not as benign as it looks.



Her parting words until next week "Try to do these exercises three times a day, 15 reps each" I may ask to have my arm removed.

Tonight my icepack is my friend.