
(my sign is only funny if you visit www.icanhascheezburger.com)
Tuesday I went to my fourth physical therapy appointment. My therapist has begun using low frequency ultrasound waves to help reduce pain. The method, along with his mayofascial (I think that's what it's called, but I could be making that up) technique, is working wonders. The worst part about it is trying to make conversation with the ultrasound technician who has her hands way too close to my lady parts. Of course I would injure a body part that is prone to inducing awkward moments.
I essentially begged my therapist to clear me for walking, and I took advantage of that privilege tonight! I grabbed Robert's old iPod and went on a three mile walk around Tierrasanta while listening to Britney Spears, The Cranberries, the Batman Forever Sountrack and Dashboard Confessional. The kid had some interesting taste...
Other than that, I'm moving into my new apartment this weekend and hopefully wrapping up my personal statement for law school applications! As much as I love living [rent free] with my parents, there's a time in every young woman's life when she realizes the value of having complete and total privacy to walk around her home naked whenever she wants. I can't wait!