I realized today that I spent more time in school preparing to become a physical therapist than being a practicing physical therapist. 3 more years. That’s f’ing depressing. See Barb I like using the f-bomb in my blog posts. My last few posts were f-bomb free so i needed to use it. Anyway, today I was somewhere with my mom that I needed assistance. So my mother asked and pointed to me and said “my daughter needs help.” The lady my mom was talking to then looks at me and says “you need assistance?” Sigh. Yes, I need help. I know I don’t look disabled – AT ALL. In fact to look at me you’d have the complete opposite opinion. That’s a really good thing but it gets old. And it’s really annoying. Don’t judge a book by its cover.