Today I will go to work. I work at a physical therapy clinic called Maxim. Not the magazine. I hear that every time I tell someone I work at “MAXIM.” Suddenly all the men I meet are interested and all the women make a face that says, “Grow up.” I always play it off with the same joke though. “Yeah I’m a model there.” I think it may have been funny the first or second time around, but after the millionth time it finally got old.
Either way, I will be spending my afternoon there working with patients of all ages. We treat children as young as 8 or 9 and as old as 90. I didn’t need any qualifications to work there; I am just a Physical Therapy Aide. The therapist evaluates a patient, fills out a sheet with a bunch of different workouts and exercises and I show the patients how to do them.
I am there for moral support as well. It’s a funny thing how there are pretty much 2 kinds of patients: Ones that will make the best of therapy and will work at it and be friendly about it, and ones that I know for sure I am going to just keep my mouth shut around and help them along as needed. Needless to say I tend to enjoy working with the former. It’s also amazing how many nice people there are out there. These people are coming into our place knowing they are going to get stretched and tweaked and pushed to their limits but so many of them walk in with smiles. It makes the job a lot easier having a warm and kind patient because you know you’re going to have the “first time talk” with everyone, which is always the same sort of small talk.
Then I clean the facility and leave. It’s going to be another good day at the office!
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