Russell,
Thats was a attempt at a joke.
The really good ones do enjoy their job, and they don’t let you quit, no matter how much you whine and yell.
I walk today, without a noticable limp, and it is all do to a rather well built lady physical therapist, very blonde, very german, very persistent.
She used threats, jokes, poking fun at my masculinity, or lack of, and sexual tension, combined with the understanding of just how far she could push me, to make me able to do one more set of repetitions in the ROMM.(range of motion machine)
She would bend my lower leg back to stretch the muscles, tendons and ligaments, the whole time telling me how good I was doing, while I tried not to scream or faint.
Because of the tricks she taught me, I was walking , pain medicine free, in a month, and running when the doctors had told me I would never run again, and would have to use a cane the rest of my life.
She taught me which type of pain to ignore, and how to do that, and which type to pay attention to.
I owe her more than I could ever repay her, my job, my ability to walk, and a lot of self esteem.
Without her, I would just be one more handicapped guy, collecting his SSDI checks.
Because of her, and all the effort she put into working with a 22 year old smart a**, I grew up enought, and am strong enough and agile enough to pass the physical to be a switchman/conductor.
I really do owe her most of the good things that have happenen for me since may, 1982.
Ed