When the in-home physical therapist didn't contact me on Monday, I called Pinnacle Home Health Care. The squeaky wheel gets the oil. Ariele got in touch almost immediately. And irritatingly, three times, to schedule my first appointment in a couple of hours. Her flakiness didn't encourage optimism, nor did I care that she had fallen behind schedule because of a weekend trip to Aruba. I definitely was in Grumpy Old Man mode.
But by the end of our first session, my attitude had softened. She and her blond pony walked me through a set of more challenging exercises and she followed up with an e-mail that included video links to each of them.
I do enjoy the company of a personable, pretty woman who asks me for my chopped liver recipe. I even felt comfortable enough to offer some unsolicited advice, after she compared me to her grandfather when I refused to consider the purchase of home PT equipment on the grounds that I probably would be using it only for a few weeks.
"You might want to hold off on comparisons to your grandfather," I teased. "Some of your clients may be sensitive about their advancing age."
Not that Ariele would have much reason to empathize. I would have guessed she was in her early thirties but during one of her four increasingly pleasant and productive visits, she mentioned that she had a 24-year-old son!
Thom, who had flown to New York the morning after my surgery for work, would have loved her, too. Ariele was well-put-together in black Lululemon yoga pants and perfectly manicured nails that matched her lavender top.
"Who's your new best friend?" Chris asked after Ariele left the second time. He had heard us discussing the mind-expansion benefits of travel.
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