physical therapy discussion

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You're not wrong at all! My animals come first too any animal really, but

especially mine. I did animal rescue for 15 years, until I just couldn't

care for them right in May 2009, trust me, even if it's an emergency for me,

my animals come first.

I've had well trained PTs, but I've never had any PT do anything other than

make things worse. Even with therapists who are PhD, work with

professional athletes and have a vast amount of experience, PT just doesn't

work for me, never has. And now I'm not a candidate for it thanks to the

RSD.

Marta

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Thank you Marta, I've done over 45 years. I'm also not as active as I was, I

want to 'Brag' some, I'm GREAT at catching 'Feral' cats and have tamed many of

them. I don't care how much I get scratched or bitten. I get my cat. Yes I know

it will backfire on me some day, but I'v had every desease, that a cat can give

me, I think?

I had 'Rabies' shots in my stomach at 5 years. old. I was bitten by a Dalmation,

still I adopted a Dalamation. I think I was so youg young I forgot about the

pain.

Since I've had so much trouble with my knee the last 2 years. I help out only a

few hours on our spay/neuter days, crawl home and rest. If I can I go back

later in the day and help out. I have 'Grooming' cages nailed to my garage

walls, to take in animals from the people who have to evacuate from their homes,

or to take in cats that need some rest after they are spayed and aren't well

enough to be released back into their group.

Some I can tame down, find homes for some or they stay here, I have cats with

their ears notched. Many of the 'Ferals' did belong to 'someone' at one time. I

bottle feed the kittens we can catch and our young enough to, not be 'Feral'.

The cages have helped me a lot, A 'Petco' closed in my town, they 'THINK' they

sold me 6 for $100.00 dollars.

The Groomer and empolyees helped. I live in southern Californis, and they said

many were cracked durning the Earthquake, plus some other supplies. Well it was

for the Animals.

I know how you feel, some days It takes longer to care for the Animals. Not one

isn't cared for. My family was raised helping Animals, I don't know what I'd do

with out their help. they also bring their share of 'strays' or lost animals

home. It's 'funny' the Animals just know what house to come too, if they are

lost or dumped.

Do you have any idea how they know? No one knows how they know.

It's really nice to meet another Animal lover, now keep the things I told a

secert, PLEASE! You will cause if you tell, it will only hurt the Animals. Sorry

you can't help Animals any more, we need all the help possiple. Have you noticed

the change now then when you worked with the Animals? Like you can't adop any

animal to anyone unless it is spayed/neutered, that helped so much.

I'v had back problems since I was eight years old. My parents divorced when I

was 9-10. Mom liked to move, she never cut me any slack, she'd say, 'just suck

it up' and her moves took 3 days, with a few hours of sleep. That didn't help my

back any.

Then we had the 5 trips back to Chicago, in a packed Corvair. Our first trip was

to run from my abusive X-Dad, after he set our new house on fire. I was home

sick and hiding in the basement. He just harressed us so much, we had to run, he

was caught coming up the stairs with a Gun. This was in the late '50's.

I was suprised how well the cops watched out for us, especially with my X-Dads

'Silver' tongue. He didn't fool the cops. He is the kind of person, that if he

said 'Good Morning', you had to look out the window.

Mom always worked, opened a Beauty School, with money she hid. Bought a beautful

new house, which he got along with his Boat and new car. He and his family had

more money for better lawyers. He also had a pregant Girlfriend, who would do

anything to get out of where she lived. She thought he had money, he was a 'Big

Shot' at a phone company, but Mom was making more money.

I don't know what he was thinking, 'Jan' wasn't letting him go, guess scaring us

so much was his plan all along. It worked, and Mom had 'Battered Woman Syndrome.

We grabbed our cat 'Beezie' and ran for our lifes. 'Beezie' moved and traveled

with us. He died in Burbank, Ca. at 18 years. old.

Then I triped and shattered my leeft knee, which didn't heal right, causing me

to fall and break more bones. I want to tell about the sick kitty, but my back

is screaming at me,

Good night. Love ya, Pegi

Marta wrote:

> You're not wrong at all! My animals come first too any animal really, but

especially mine. I did animal rescue for 15 years, until I just couldn't care

for them right .