(This may be the first post of the day. I have a second in the works; if I get it done, it will post by 11:00 AM Eastern.)
Just because I am heading to physical therapy (or anywhere else), that doesn't mean I don't let my horsey gal out.
Horseshoe necklace, horse patterned shoes, and my new Whoa Nelly tee shirt (which may or may not match a tee that Belle bought, hah!) in place, I headed out to meet with Kayla early yesterday morning.
I've had physical therapy more times than I can count - one time I walked into the therapy room and I had worked with all six of the physical therapists who were there working with patients. (It was also a few days before Halloween and I had a six pack of Hershey Bars in the pouch of my walker so I broke it out and gave each one of them a Hershey Bar. Fun memory.)
Kayla is a fantastic therapist and is one of the best I've ever worked with. Natalie was another one (she helped me to finally get a diagnosis on those hemiplegic migraines; thank you, Natalie!) and then there was Dusti.
Also a horsey girl, I knew Dusti's family from my teenage years of horse showing and 4-H. They had one of those huge, six horse trailers with their name emblazoned on it - my 13 year old self dreamed of having the same some day.
To have Dusti as my PT was fantastic. Not only could we talk horses, but she was the best PT I have ever had. (I used to bike 8 - 10 miles a day; Dusti even fitted my bike to me so that healthy exercise would not cause more issues on my joints.) She was so good that a few years later she was made the head of the Physical Therapy department at the hospital.
Kayla had just given me a break and I was sitting in a chair when suddenly a woman came out of a door and approached me.
It was Dusti!
"I saw your name on today's list of patients and since I am in the building this morning, wanted to come see you," she explained.
I cried, we hugged, we chatted, and had a lovely reunion. Kayla told us to not worry about time but I did need to finish my therapy, so we hugged one more time and then Dusti went back to her office and Kayla and I got back to work.
"I saw you start to cry when Dusti came over," she told me. "I could tell that Dusti means a lot to you and I wasn't about to interrupt that visit!" (Thank you, Kayla!)
When my appointment ended, the receptionist told me that Dusti wanted to visit more with me in her office if I had time to stay. You bet I did, so Kayla walked me back to her office and Dusti and I spent a good half hour chatting and catching up. We exchanged contact info and plan to get together for lunch soon. (After the Feast, LOL.)
Two horsey gals reunited. What a wonderful, wonderful morning.
