Category: physical therapy

Same Old Grind

Posted in bruxism, California, children, dad, dentist, dogs, family, high school, humor, husband, memoir, parking lot, physical therapy, relationships, school, sports, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) Advanced bruxism – that’s what it’s called when you clench and grind your teeth in your sleep. I didn’t know I had it until my dentist noticed my worn lower teeth at a check-up. She made me a mouth guard to save them. I know when it all started. It was in the big… Continue reading Same Old Grind

Brain Fog, Dementia, or Something Else?

Posted in 70s, Andes, balance, brain, dolmas, Machu Picchu, memoir, Middle East, physical therapy, tourists, travelLeave a comment

(re-run) I lay on the physical therapist’s table, running names of L countries from the cubby hole in my brain that held them. Laos, Lichtenstein, Latvia . . . Why couldn’t I think of the name of the country where my youngest had sneaked off to see, the summer after her four months in Jordan?… Continue reading Brain Fog, Dementia, or Something Else?

The Ceiling Post

Posted in ceilings, college, dentist, gynecologist, Mark Spitz, memoir, Michael Phelps, Olympian, physical therapy, puppies, swimmingLeave a comment

(re-run) Today, as I lay on the examination table at physical therapy, I looked up at the ceiling while the PT dude manipulated my elbow and stretched it this way and that. When he left and sent a much younger dude over to put ultrasound on my elbow, I tried to chat him up.  The… Continue reading The Ceiling Post

The Ceiling Post

Posted in ceilings, college, dentist, gynecologist, Mark Spitz, memoir, Michael Phelps, Olympian, physical therapy, puppies, swimmingLeave a comment

Today, as I lay on the examination table at physical therapy, I looked up at the ceiling while the PT dude manipulated my elbow and stretched it this way and that. When he left and sent a much younger dude over to put ultrasound on my elbow, I tried to chat him up.  The young… Continue reading The Ceiling Post

Live Music in a Virtual World

Posted in Beatles, California, chorus, Facebook, grad school, live music, livestream, memoir, musicians, neck, newspaper, pandemic, parking, physical therapy, Prius, stress, summer, weddingLeave a comment

Last weekend I watched five livestream music events on my laptop. I was out of town but didn’t feel too lonely until the last livestream guy looked right into the camera and sang Blackbird (Beatles) to me.  I had requested it in the chat feed. “This one is for you, Susan.” The next thing I… Continue reading Live Music in a Virtual World