Maybe I’ve quit my day job. I had five patients scheduled today, and four of them cancelled. A full day of work ahead of me, and I’m home by 10 a.m. Is it my breath? My bedside manner? And these were patients I hadn’t even met before!
My second life as a physical therapist may be giving way to a third life as a–I dunno what–maybe a greeter at–no, I can’t even say it. Maybe a WINGJUMPER! Yeah, that’s the ticket!