A gentleman from our church supports an orphanage in Liberia that serves blind children. As a congregation, we pitch in by donating recyclable bottles and cans. Every other year or so, the orphanage's director and his family visit us and every few months, the children write letters to thank us for our support.
They often write, "we like __the gifts/turkey/candy_______ toooooo much," as is the way to say "very much" in their language. Translated to English, the phrase sounds a bit silly, like when I say, "I like Occupational Therapy tooooo much!"
My first therapy appointment, to treat tendinitis in the right hand, was strange. The therapist put my arm in a waterless whirlpool machine filled with small pieces of corn. She took measurements of the angles of my joints and the strength of my fingers. And she fed me Italian chocolates.
There is a table in the OT room. Several therapists sit on one side while patients sit on the other. It's a clean, bright, cheerful environment, with photos of the employees' children and pets on the wall.
This week, I met Doris, an elderly woman whose hand is crippled. I chatted with Lisa, a retired systems analyst who told me about a gift store located near my work. The therapist, Natalie, told me about wag.com, where I can order soap, dog food, vitamins and more...all delivered to my home for free.
I learned that some folks supplement their large breed dog food with canned beans and carrots. I got strange ultrasound treatment on my arm.
And it was nice to relax for an hour.
I think I like occupational therapy too much!
No comments:
Post a Comment