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Yesterday I went back to Physical Therapy to try to get my hips straightened out, which was part of the goal of breast reduction. She poked and prodded, yanked parts of my body this way and that and warned that I might be sore, today. I'm not, particularly. She said the poking is likened by some people to menstrual cramps, and I replied that it wasn't really in the area of the cramps I get. I was calmly staring at the ceiling when she was saying, "let me know if it hurts too much." On leaving I jokingly whined to her that it would take me two hours to complete all the exercises I have to do, now, and she said, "You'll feel great!" In fact I did a slightly skimpy job on some parts this morning and got done in an hour and a half, so I suspect my estimate is good. But she also doesn't know that the sports med doctor who got involved in the whole thing gave me neck exercises, too. I think it's just great when people say things like "you can change your life if you just do X for an hour a day." If I tried to do all those Xs there'd be no hours left. When AM I going to type up the stuff I've written for Chapter 10? It's sitting right here in front of me and there's also a pile of dishes and some unmailed boots and Christmas presents which are waiting for my attention, too. *sigh* And if the Rosetta Stone thing they supposedly gave us at work ever gets fixed I might like to learn a language, which is supposed to take only 45 minutes per day.