Physical "Therapy"

When I think of "therapy" I think of something that makes you feel better, don't you? So why am I in such a world of hurt when I come home from the "therapist"? The fact that I am hot packed with wonderful heated towels when I first arrive does a lot to lull me into thinking I'm at a spa. And then the therapist asks, "so are 'we' ready"???? What's this "we" stuff. The fact that I am not able to move my wrist or fingers a certain way does not deter the "therapist". He does not believe that it cannot move and proceeds to show me. He tries to distract me by chatting and asking questions such as have I taken any nice trips lately and I say, "none that are far enough away from you!" He laughs but he laughs alone. I have to see him again in two days but I see the surgeon tomorrow and maybe he will agree that things are healing well enough on their own and that the therapist can fill my spot with someone more needy. One can only hope. I'm ready for that glass of wine now, BJ.