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August 30, 2014
When I first started going to physical therapy earlier this summer, I looked around the place and couldn't imagine that I would ever feel "at home" in those strange surroundings. I couldn't imagine going to the ladies room without feeling awkward or signing in upon arrival without feeling self-conscious or even just entering the building at all without feeling like I didn't belong. But now I feel like the therapist and I are chums, and we laugh like idiots during my session, and I find myself lamenting, in advance, when the day comes that I no longer need the services.