Appointment with Merlin today at 2 p.m. I told my husband that, while I was looking forward to doing the physical therapy and seeing results, I wasn't looking forward to the process as I thought Merlin was joyless.
T looks at me as if I have two heads and says "he's not in the entertainment business."
I've been doing the at-home exercises faithfully. The "clamshell" one is a b..tch. You tie your knees together with a rubber band and open, hold for 5 sec, and then close. 30 reps on each side. There is a whole page of these things.
I get there, change into bike shorts and go through the stations...bike, biofeedback (while flexing the quads), "bridge" with a ball then with a belt. Leg pulleys, etc. My face is red and the room temperature is high. I jokingly ask if they are holding a Bikram yoga session afterwards in that room. He looks at me. "No. We don't do yoga here." How am I going to get through 12 sessions with this guy?
Just when I couldn't take anymore, Merlin calls me over to a table and proceeds to give my hips and calfs the best massage ever. Positively transcendental. Then he stretches my legs. Much better than when I do it myself.
And if that weren't enough, I get up, stand in front of the mirror and see a slimmer version of myself. I ask if the mirror is a slimming one. "No. It's a regular mirror."
As Annie sang when she first arrived at Daddy Warbucks' home: "I think I'm gonna like it here."
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