Please meet JB....my physical therapist.....the man who lives for NO MERCY FRIDAYS!
I have been rising at 5:00 to make it to physical therapy sessions that begin at 6:15 in the morning. It takes a special person to to keep me doing that for six weeks.
Some time last year I hurt my shoulder. It didn't hurt all the time. It didn't hurt more than I could bear, but it was a regular pain in the ......well..... shoulder. I mentioned it to my doc, and she said she thought it was probably a pulled tendon. I had to go back to see her nine months later, and was getting fed up with trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, so I whined about it again.
This time she prescribed six weeks of physical therapy, and found a place for me to go that is less than ten minutes from home! Enter JB.
He's a charming man. He never urges you on by claiming "No Pain, No Gain." In his ever so pleasant way, he gets you to work to your limit...and usually beyond what you think you can do. What I do for him now, many of you would laugh off, but he's encouraged me to do a little bit more each session, and I know that my shoulder has improved.
Of course the rest of my body is going to pot! It's impossible to exercise your shoulder without exercising the muscles of your torso...and even those in your seat, depending upon the exercise you're doing. And when you are in as flabby a shape as I am, all those muscles start to talk to you.
He got me to come in because we started the morning out with heat treatments, and there's nothing that feels better at the start of the day than heat on your neck and shoulders!
We started out gently. I left, thinking, "Boy, I can do this!" The next session was the same. The third session, and every one following that, he added a new exercise. One day he'd add minutes to the machine work, another day he'd up the work load. He added repetitions, and then he changed the weight I was working with.
When I caught on to him, and figured out how we were going to progress, the first of my "complaints" popped out. His response was that it was "NO MERCY FRIDAY!" I think I'll ask him how many semesters of psychology he took, when I see him next.