ankle P.T.

I have a physical therapist. His name is Bruce. Bruce has strong hands. Bruce had to endure looking at the ugliest-I-need-a-pedicure toes ever today. He deserves to paid more than he probably is. Best part, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with my dumb ankle. Bruce's (did I mention strong) hands will play a huge part of that. Dan knows of my friendship with Bruce's hands. In fact, seeing how much better my ankle is doing, he wholeheartedly approves of it!