The myofascial physical therapy continues twice a week thanks to transportation by friend Sue. I would have backed off after the first visit. Last session I was lectured on my attitude. I have always faced facts. If polio destroyed nerve endings and resulted in muscles atrophying then get over it. Move on.

But PT lady does not agree with the World Famous polio specialist I go to. She thinks I am letting lack of use due to old age affect my strength. W.F. specialist said "Go. Try it. What can it hurt?" To me it is as frustrating as holding a book really close to a blind persons eyes and insisting they can read. Not going to happen. But there goes that negative attitude of mine. I was only 13 when a friend tried to get me to a faith healer. Didn't happen.

"Every day in every way I'm getting better and better." What can it hurt?

On a more positive note I tied for first place on Lady Bracknell's blog amidst stiff competition. The win allowed me the privilege of being smug and I CACKLED when I read that my post made her ladyship laugh. But then I realized the win was announced on April Fools Day. Co-inky-dink? Or that dry English wit?