When I got home today (after a visit to a financial advisor to talk about investments; his words of cheer "Don't look for an upturn much before summer"), and after a session at The Therapy Place, I cratered. Absolutely crashed. They had me do one exercise that's hard but doable; one thats very hard and barely doable, and a couple of others that were trivial. The very hard one was so hard, I remarked later to the therapist's assistant that one of the lithe young women had been kneeling atop the table to my right, bending way over, and I could only spare her a glance before going back to concentrating on the exercise. Now, hours later, I'm still aching in various places.
Maybe I'm taking this recovery stuff too seriously? (g)
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