Shouldn't I be going? Should I be down on myself for not going? There it is, the truth, I haven't been going, and I'm not going.
Here it is: get dressed, for a specific time, get loaded into the car with wheelchair, go out in the cold, drive 20 minutes, park, pay to park, haul wheelchair out of car, haul ass exhaustingly across hospital campus likely in the RAIN for quite a long distance, wait in waiting room. Feel that horrible hospital feeling. Do physical therapy. Ow, ow, ow. Haul now-exhausted ass back through hospital and campus and scary parking garage full of SUVs driven by aggro yuppies not looking for people as short as me in a chair. Drive home. Haul self and wheelchair out of car. Collapse.
Do all that but add in taking off all my clothes in a cold dressing room and taking a shower and then being cold and wet and hauling my ass into a pool. Walk around in the warm pool and do leg lifts. Haul exhausted ass out of pool, be freezing cold, get dressed again while crying in pain. Drive home, collapse.
Stay home in warm pajamas. Do normal housework which incorporates most of the movements they'd make me do in physical therapy anyway. Do some half-assed bicycling on stationary bike.
Which would YOU do?
So that's why I'm not "doing physical therapy".
I will now call some massage places to find a FEMALE massage person who will come to my house and do range of motion exercises and massage.