Physical Therapy Poem by Vanita Allgood

Wow what shall I say if you are out of whack no one to care physical therapy dares?
In sacrifice and elements that push you on with hope they bring a new dawn. When the doc.
Is done into therapy you are run. “PT” will fix you up. A little adhesive to your capsulitis or spine
surgery because of degenerative arthritis. Relax she winked at me as she grabbed me with
both hands and stood me up as pain shot thru me. Lay down as she twisted again with chain and
whip you need to straighten up. No poppycock you’ll do as I say if you want to walk another day.
They are not done but I am better and on my way because of physical therapy today.