Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Don't Get Excited
I squat on my left leg on the miniature staircase in the physical therapy suite, and try to slowly lower my right leg to the ground. My leg trembles with the effort after only three repetitions, but I keep going.
A stabbing pain rips through my knee, and I inhale sharply. "Okay, I think that's all for the day," my therapist says in an overly casual tone.