I broke my wrist and it was so bad that the hospital technician’s eyes bugged out and she gasped when she saw the x-rays.

So I had surgery and a plate was installed which my doctor said was all he could do, but I still couldn’t use my hand.

I couldn’t play my violins–I own five of them. And I couldn’t play my guitars–and I own three of them. And I couldn’t even take a shower very well. I had no practical use of my hand, and it hurt, and I was out of work for a year.

It depressed the heck out of me.

But Saba was my therapist, and because she was my therapist, what I thought was impossible actually happened. I got back the use of my hand. (more…)

Robert W.

If you want to waste time with mamby pamby therapists who don’t push you then don’t come here.  These therapists are tough.  And they care a lot about your getting better as soon as possible.   They also give homework.  Be prepared to laugh during your visit so you want to return.   It’s part of their evil plan – you hurt and laugh before you’re healed.  And you thank them!!! Evil geniuses that’s what they are. 🙂

Caroline P.