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Saturday
May032003

physiotherapy, dentist stuff



Me at the beginning of a three hour dentist appointment



So my cute physiotherapist Nick is away for three weeks on vacation, but in his place I now am being treated by Julia, Dina, and Abigail. My treatment usually consists of the physiotherapist smearing some special magic cream on each of the four spots near my elbows that have to be treated. I call it magic because for $70, I'm hoping for some magic from this stuff. In real life, I believe that the cream has anti-inflammatory properties.



After scanning the tooth that needs repairs,
my dentist uses a computer to design a porcelain overlay,
Then the new overlay is automatically milled.



After the magic cream, the physiotherapist squirts some blue gel on the ultrasound thingamajig, smears it into the magic cream and then starts rubbing the spot in small circles for about four or five minutes while we smalltalk. Since I have four spots to ultrasound, this adds up to quite a bit of smalltalk. I am careful not to make to the conversation too exciting, or I find that the physiotherapist sometimes gets distracted from what she or he is doing. At the first physiotherapist clinic that I went to, sometimes the physiotherapist's assistant would mix up the electrodes (or whatever they were called) on my arm during electrotherapy treatment.

"Ha ha," she would chuckle after I jumped, "Sorry about that. I guess I got distracted by our conversation." I paid a lot closer attention during setup after that.



My tooth overlay being milled.


It's hard to say exactly why my arms are healing again. Could be because I switched physiotherapist, could be ViaVoice removing some of my essential keyboard work, could be my arms braces, the fact that my new physiotherapist showed me how to do my exercises properly, could be just time. Whatever the reasons, I'm going to try my best to stick with my current routine as much as possible.

(This entry was written with ViaVoice, a voice recognition program, which sometimes has its own sense of humor. Please forgive any spelling or grammar quirks which Debbie has missed while editing. Thank you. )



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