Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
You know that your knee has been bothering you for a long time, and everyone has told you to get it looked at, but you refused. Always going on and on about how Physical Therapy never actually helped anyone. You swear up and down that’s just a waste of time and money. Finally, however, your sweet wife couldn’t take your whining anymore, and she pushed you to go to the therapist and see what they could do for you.
When I came into the waiting room, your arms were folded over your chest, and you looked so grumpy—already determined that I wasn’t going to be able to help you. When I called your name, you stood up and followed me into the back, we went into a private room, and I shut the door. Then I asked you to have a seat on the high bench-like table.