Monday Update

Duds started the day with a blood sugar level of 119 - yeah! He had a good breakfast and we headed to physical therapy. Since I found the therapist, I have to take responsibility for my selection. As we pulled into the strip mall parking lot and Ren started to mock my choice, "Excellent, he can get a latte and go straight to therapy. Is there a proctologist in this mall because on Thursday he can really multitask." We walked into the empty office and after meeting the beefy moron who mans the front desk, Duds headed off with the therapist whose parting words to us were let's rock and roll. An hour later we picked him up. He felt great but since the hour was spent stretching because the PT was worried about his causing his rhabdo to flair up (moron). I called Westlake Hospital this morning and they have a great PT facility and take his insurance so we are moving away from the strip mall and back to therapists who didn't get their licenses online.