Where am I really going?

I had my first day of physical therapy with Nathaniel. I think that my boner of a therapist who I have on Tuesdays in the fitness center at the courage center said something to Nathaniel about how he thinks that he should focus on my neck and posture. I say that because he worked on stretching my neck and mentioned posture during this past appointment. I hope that the next physical therapy appointment we actually work on my walking. It pisses me off that kevin and all my other fuckin therapists try to focus on my damn neck and not actually getting me outta the fucking wheelchair because I'm so motivated to actually help myself that I continue working as a client of their's because I believe it's actually helping me and if they actually helped me to walk- it'd just make them lose a truly motivated client who always works her ass off. *sigh* I don't mean to have an ego but I go to the courage center 4 days a week. I've been doing that for at least 10 years.