Oh, um, not that rehab.  Not the one where I stop with the rear crossing of weave poles either.  Both of which might be wise?

No, no, talking about Ky’s rehab.  Holy shitballs, it is a lot of stinking work to do.

We had our first appointment yesterday and got our first series of exercises.

I now have a spreadsheet schedule of what to do when and the number of reps of each thing to do.

We can rebuild her.  We have the technology.  Better.  Stronger.  Faster.

Okay, I’ll be pretty damn happy with “can do all her favorite things again” but if you can reference bad 80s TV, you probably should.