Knee Physiotherapy

Fever knocked down a few notches. I felt well enough to go for physiotherapy.

It was a very bad day for me. Although I could bend 10 degrees more, I couldn’t hold like I did about a week ago. I cycled too… it was unbelievably painful especially at the highest degree of bending. When I wanted to get into the car, slowly, a car whooshed by and honked, suspecting that I was about to swing the door more open that would have whacked his car. I was enraged but perhaps he probably didn’t know I was temporarily crippled.

The specialist place didn’t accept the GL for me to see General Practice to help with the fever and sore throat. Apparently, the GL qualified for specialist & related physiotherapy. The insurance folks wanted me to visit their panel.

I found out that Mosh has got more comments on his success of moving Blog place than I ever got on both my birthday and my surgery. Even my own sister bypasses it and comment elsewhere.

A friend who stated that he was worried… is nowhere to be seen. I see him, but just not here.

Another someone conflicted him/herself just by a simple comment. I may be a bit clueless but I’m not stupid.

Now… everyone is more intimidated to come here? Good.

I am mean. I have more rage than ever before. Now I remember what’s different. I used to play sports. I used to be active, sociable. Now, I’m just crippled and cranky. But who cares?

I think I’m mentally disturbed too. I’m gonna attempt to walk today. No matter what. Wish me luck.