I’m in therapy…
I’ve done physical therapy cycles a few different times in my life. Twice after different knee surgeries and once after a shoulder dislocation. None of them were very positive experiences. By that I mean it seemed to be some sadistic person trying their hardest to hurt me in the most painful way possible. No so with my current round of therapy. I go in, I get to lie down while I get a rib massage, I get my back adjusted(if going to a chiropractor feels as good as the few times the therapist has cracked my back, I may have to look into it), warm blankets while the electrodes do their work. It’s almost like an hour at a spa. Yeah, I do have to do some exercises but they’re mostly just stretching which feels good instead of painful.
Hell of a way to discover this simple joy though.