It all started about 3 months ago when I was in my car accident. I was in a cast from nearly head to toe for 8 weeks and in the hospital all that time. My doctor assured me that with adequate physical therapy, I would have no long-term effects. That is where I met Katheryn. Kat, as I called her, was a 26 year old physical therapist, young and full of life. She was a hoot and really helped me through it all... and I mean really helped me.
"Well good morning!" She squealed one morning coming into my room. "Time to wake up sister, and get your bath."
I had just had my cast off only a week, and was so sore. It hurt to do anything but sleep. My doctor was very good at giving me a lot of pain medication, but when it wore off, I really felt like shit.
"Do we have to do it now, Kat?" I moaned. "The nurse hasn't come with my meds yet."
"Oh, now... a hot bath will do you good. But I'll go ahead and call the nurse and we can go then ok?"
Shortly afterwards, the nurse came with my pills and I was gobbling them like candy.
"Take it easy girl! You won't be taking them forever, you know." She said, hands on her hips.
"But while I am, I might as well make the most of it." I smiled.
"Ok, well lets get you down to the tub room."
Kat helped me so much while in the hospital. She must be getting paid so much, I thought. To be helping one person so much. Little did I know, a friend of mine had hired her, and was paying her richly, that I would find out much later.
While in the elevator, Kat asked me "So, where is your boyfriend today?"
"At work. He started different hours, so he wont be here till much later."
"Ohh", she said with a slight grin. I would find out what that grin meant very soon.