Galen
The doorbell chimed, and I gave the security system an order to let him in.
My Physiotherapy sessions will begin today.
The doctor, Mr James, entered looking around for me. I waved at him, and he started a walk towards the living room.
“I am Mr. James, I suppose you are Mr Albert.”
“Yeah. Please have a seat.”
He sits, looking around the house for reasons best known to him.
“We will begin the physiotherapy session today. I was briefed by the doctor in charge of your case. I have your medical history and responses so far. But I'll begin with a physical assessment of my own. You have declining muscle strength if there's no improvement in your mobility and your arm dies. You have no choice but to undergo amputation.”
“According to the doctor, the chances are low.”
“Well,
