The potential: "Physical therapy restores movement, reduces pain, and empowers lasting independence. Evidence shows that over \(90\%\) of patients report an overall improvement in their quality of life post-treatment. " ~ copied

Okay. I did it. I went for my physical therapy evaluation. Yesterday morning. Today, the day after, is Wednesday, June 3, 2026, and I welcome each one tuning in from around the globe. That's not an exaggeration, because I've given you the stats before from the views coming in from sea to shining sea. Essentially, as it relates to the potential for physical therapy help, well, it's like that joke I shared a few days ago. The older horse fell down and this is what the horse said, "I've fallen and I can't giddyup!" Fortunately, the folks at the physical therapy place didn't send me packing after my first encounter and I appreciate that which no doubt the insurance payment for their services also had something to do with it. Ha! I know. That cynical side of me is one that I have to deal with all the time. At any rate, here's what I know based on how this first session went. The lady therapist interviewed me. Me, the potential patient, interviewed her. She did all the measurements and had me attempt various postures in order to evaluate how pitiful I am. I did reasonably okay for the shape I am in, except for the balance stuff that I failed miserably. I used that word failed because it is related to the word fall and that's what I would very much like to avoid. She then explained how they could help in the variety of areas where I need help. That was the sales pitch and their ability to accomplish the strengthening goals works best if I would be able to visit them twice per week. She also provided me with illustrated pictures of the stretches I should do at home. Okay. A lot to take in and a lot to consider. As for her, she has been working as a professional therapist for four years. She holds a Doctor of Physical Therapy certificate after finishing seven years of education and training. She is married, no children, but they do have two dogs they treat like children. She was very professional, very focused, and very positive about what they could do to help. I go back next week and while I remain somewhat skeptical, we will see. The exercises we did for the evaluation made for a lasting memory especially when I laid myself down to sleep. It was like the kids song:

 

Old man me had a pain, E-I-E-I-O!
And on his way to trying to sleep, he had another pain, E-I-E-I-O!
With a pain-pain here and a pain-pain there,
Here a pain, there a pain, everywhere a pain-pain,
Old man me had a pain, E-I-E-I-O!

 

I felt like some out there somewhere could likely identify with that little ditty of a song. Hey. I hope you don't think I am complaining. And, even more so I hope I am not. Why? Blessed. That's why. I am blessed. I really can't think of anyone more undeserving of the grace and mercy of God than the fellow living in my skin, the one I often refer to as the unholy trinity, me, myself, and I. And, I quickly add I am thankful for God's mercy, His grace, His sacrifice, and His Presence, and, as the Scripture says, "While I was yet a sinner, He died for me." (my own personalization of Romans 5:8). Okay. I need to wrap it up for today and get ready to think about thinking about those stretching exercises. You know. The ones given to me by that wee child therapist. Y'all, remember to thank God for His provision. His answered prayers and even those He didn't answer in the way we thought they should be responded to. Why? He knows best. Always and forever, He knows best. Amen.