Sadists R Us

Have you ever had to have physical therapy? Yesterday I had my first ever appointment with a physical therapist. I've been having problems with significant pain in my left shoulder so my doctor sent me to an orthopedic surgeon, and after tests and x-rays, the surgeon concluded I had torn my rotator cuff. He recommended a period of physical therapy. 3 times a week for 12 weeks to be exact. Well I now know the profession that all sadists should pursue. Physical therapists hurt you, and I swear they must get pleasure out of doing so. My therapist, Colleen, kept asking me, "does that hurt?" with a great big smile on her face. And when I would grimmace, do all I could to hold back from shrieking in agony, and say, "yes," I swear the grin on her face got ever so slightly bigger.

It's torture plain and simple and all perfectly legal. I don't know why my doctor couldn't have just given me a prescription for vicadin or percoset or something and send me on my merry way. Nope - it's 12 weeks of hell for me, and 12 weeks of secret pleasure for Colleen who gets inflict terrible pain on me for an hour a day, 3 times a week. Life isn't fair.