I can’t sleep so I thought I’d write a blog post. I fell into the profession of physical therapy back asswards. Most people have some story like “my mom went to PT” or “my sister went to PT” or “I want become a PT to go to Africa and help all the starving little kids do physical therapy.” No joke, I heard that (well, close to that, in a group interview for PT school). Not me, I got nothin’. I don’t have some story. I just decided to go to grad school one day and I really liked my anatomy class in college so I decided to go to PT school. For whatever reason, I got into a school out in Philadelphia and BAM 3 years later I was a physical therapist. Then BAM 4 years after that I had a massive stroke, almost died, and my life was flipped inside out and upside down. I miss it. I miss being a PT. I liked making people feel better. It definitely wasn’t a thankless job. It was pretty thankful. I hope to do it again someday but I’m a far way from being a practicing PT again. That sucks cause after what I’ve been through and after what I’ve learned I’d be a f’ing amazing physical therapist.