Physical Therapy

It’s not easy to explain the relationship I have with Jim Christensen. He is an unusual person in so many ways. I first met him as a consequence of my foot injury in 2006. My doctor referred me to physical therapy after turning my ankle/foot in 6th grade.

The environment of the physical therapy clinic is difficult to describe; part organized chaos, a touch of technical wizardry, multiple personality disorders, and some focused compassion. Jim is more like a waiter then a physical therapist. He flutters from patient to patient keeping their glasses full. A toe- up here, some TB flexions, pull up on that, push on that, have some EST, add some ice and I’m done.

On any regular day tons of people pass through the doorway there, young and old, people that just had major surgery, or are hurting in certain places, and things like sports injuries, just what I go in for! The feeling in there is so welcoming, they like when you feel comfortable and the employees just try and make you do your exercises right until they start to hurt. Most people that go there have a heart warming feeling about them selves. The nice couples that have been married for 56 years and are still helping each other put on jackets, there are parents watching their kids gain their motion back. I like the atmosphere in there, because in some way, you have something in common with every person in there, there is no doubt questioning that.