This morning I had my first physical therapy appointment in the latest round of attempts to cure the bursitis dogging me in my right leg.

Because this was my first appointment, I had to fill out the customary new-patient intake form. This one I actually puzzled over.

One of the questions asked, “What is your expected outcome for treatment?” I wrote down, “For it to get better.” Then added, “What else would people write here?” I was seriously at a loss.

For “What makes it feel worse”? I wrote, “Driving.” Again, an honest answer. And here was another one, in response to the question, “What makes it feel better?” I wrote, “Drinking.”

Reading that the therapist looked at me sharply and said, “What kind of whiskey?” “Oh,” I replied, “a glass or two of wine takes care of it.”

Within moments she had me twisting around into odd pretzel shapes and howling in pain.

This is the response one gets for honest answers.

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