Speed Bumps

  Have you ever been somewhere that you thought you might not feel like a stranger? I was going to my Mama's home. The home that I spent the majority my childhood.  I do appreciate Mama and John letting me come to there home to try and get better. The key words their home. I was the stranger. I hope the Lord sees fit to mever to put us in that situation again!   We started going to Vanderbilt Stallworth outpatient after I was released from inpatient. This was a whole new ballgame? They were nothing like the therapists I had for inpatient. To me they were a sadistic group of people. They were all just worrying about who had the brightest light? They did everything different than I had been doing upstairs? I'm not saying right or wrong but just painfully different. I have come to realize about therapists, is just like life it just depends on whom you are dealing with at the time. Some you click with and some you don't click with. For me the clickers I got the most benefit working with them. I don't remember the therapists names. The occupational therapist made a board out of some type of moulding material and would use scotch tape to tape my hand to the board. She would tape it so tight that by the end of the session the tape would be making a cut mark in my hand.  The whole time she was taping she was laughing about the pain? The physical therapists had a personality like a brick wall.  If you were walking with her and you made a move she didn't like she would give you a wedgie like you had never seen before, even though I wore a gait belt. A gait belt would go around your waist and a therapist would normally hold onto the belt to help when walking. To be fair and truthful I now realize they could have been the best in the world, but I still would not have liked them because they were not Joy and Kelly. Change is hard!!