Thank goodness for physical therapists!
Seven weeks ago, I got a new left knee and if it wasn’t for the physical therapists who worked with me, I would probably still be limping around with a knee that was painful and unable to bend.
I know this because when I first broke this knee 60 years ago, physical therapy had not yet come to Virginia, Minnesota. I actually broke my knee chasing boys. I was 16 at the time and had a serious crush on a boy in my class. My girlfriend and I were rushing to get to the front door of the school the same time as the boy and his friends so we could “accidentally bump into them “. However, it was winter time in Northern Minnesota which meant we were running down the school hall with our boots unzipped, our heavy coats unbuttoned and scarves trailing behind us.