I love my physical therapists. Is it wrong to say that? Probably. But they are the only ones I speak to in-person during these pandemic days. Even if they cannot always hear me through my mask. But that does not in any way diminish my love for them.

The days without physical therapy drag on unceasingly and I am frozen by the emptiness, longing for my physical therapists. How I long for them! Is it wrong to say that? I would say, yes it is.

So wrong

In every possible way

Those days without physical therapy do not exist in time. And maybe that’s why they feel so empty. It’s the timelessness thing. And maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. If I fall asleep I might lose track of timelessness.

These days without physical therapy. How can I inject some hope into them? And sustain it?