Legend has it that Attila the Hun was responsible for the deaths of 10's of thousands....well, I realized through my own research that his great, great, great etc. grand daughter is a physical therapist. Yep, I went to Attila the Hun -ney. If she ever wants to change career's I'm sure she can get work with the World Wrestling Federation - I mean this girl could clean Rowdy Roddy Piper's clock!! We're trying ...okay... no 'we' to it, she's trying to put range of motion back into my knee; who knew you could only get range of motion while being locked in the 'pretzel' hold? She also employed electrical stimulation, well she called it that - I called it a cattle prod. ZZZT...ZZZZT. "Let me know if it gets painful....." I thought the tears running down my cheeks might give THAT away. There were 2 other victim's, er patients tied to the rack in there, sort of a holding room for the Spanish Inquisition.... It has to be done and I'm pretty encouraged by the results so far, though I don't get a follow up visit with the Dr (and hopefully my 'release') till next Tuesday. I did make the 1st appt of the day - 7:00. Think it would be overkill to sleep outside of his house Monday night? I'm behaving, I have to; I've gone from burning around an extra 5,000 calories a week to ZERO. I'm like 'Tigris' in Kung Fu Panda trying to exist off the dew of off plants and absorbing the energy of others; tell that to my stomach. ALso those nights I used to go to bed tired cause I ran X number of miles that day? HELLO 4 A.M. Now I'm up and running around like Ricochet Rabbit - one of the ladies I train I meet at 5:00 a.m....today I was EARLY!!!!!! To TRUSSVILLE!!!!! This ain't right. I bought a voodoo doll...Tiny Dan, and I'm pouring glucosamine and chondroitin on it's knee and offering his knee to all the mommies I see; you know how Mom's are always, "You want me to kiss it and make it well", or "Can I kiss it and make it feel better?" Better the Tiny Dan doll get slapped than me; and hey! If it works.....I'll keep you posted. Back to Attila the Hunney Friday, the Doc on Tuesday...by the way, that's not thunder; that's my d^*# stomach rumbling!!!!