I'm going to physical therapy for my back, AND IT'S WORKING! Who'da thunk it? I'm off the muscle relaxers, narcotics (legal and illegal) and feel great! Just a couple of weeks ago, I was worried I might have to go under the knife. So far, it looks like that might not have to happen. And to think I hated phys-ed in school. Of course, that mighta had something to do with dodgeball, shirts/skins, and all that bullshit a kid hates when he is overweight and uncoordinated. Now I'm still fat, but the therapists tell me I'm VERY COORDINATED! It only took fifty years or so...
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