I had my first session with my new physiotherapist today. He's really, really nice, but I have to tell you, HE'S A SADIST. Maybe it's just because I was already tired and sleepy when I got there, but still. My previous two physiotherapists made me work hard as well but I don't remember being this exhausted after their sessions.
He actually asked me if the tasks were bearable. I told him they were. How stupid I am. But I didn't want to lie, they WERE bearable, I didn't die or anything. Well, almost, but almost doesn't count.
Despite all this I'm almost looking forward to our next meeting, he gave me a wonderful back massage before we started working. (No, it's not dirty, it's only because he has to get my muscles relaxed.)