Things are going well. I've been working on my lower back and am hopeful that I'll be released from that portion of PT in the next couple of months.
However, I got bad news the other day. Since my neck has been acting up since the accident, my physical therapist decided we were going to have to start working on it.
*Cue scary music.*
I'm claustrophobic people. This sucks. They strap you in like you're going on a flight to the moon. I've been in it once. It was not a pretty sight.
Emily has suggested that next time I'm in it I should imagine her there playing with the wheels and saying "Argh, matey."
You know...that just might work.