The RSI blues: Goals and aspirations for PT
I’d like to drive without wrist pain,
To push a shopping cart again;
I need to be able to lift my cat:
He knows I’m his; he expects that.
I want to knead a loaf of dough
Without sharp pain in my elbow;
Life must go on, including baking
Without this constant nagging aching.
I know I’ll never type again,
But I’d count it progress to hold a pen.
I know I’ve let things cruise to chronic,
All I ask is for a tonic.
My therapist is most committed:
She says “350,000,000 percent!”
So even if my hands are pitted,
We’ll fight against the time misspent.