Beezow.

Sigh. I've missed blogging. Non-curricular activities such as this are contraindicated for students of physical therapy, it seems.

I can see it in lights: Jessica M. Stotz, SPT: Blogger. Then a professor or two drive by and beat the lights with gait belts and AFOs until it reads, Jessica M. Stolz, SPT: ----ger. They might be nice enough to spray paint an L on the end so my gender is somewhat communicated.

Greetings, Mr. Zoppitybop-Bop-Bop

The "Stolz" appears to be on purpose; every single item I've received from the American Physical Therapy Association – which has received many hard-earned dollars in my name – has proudly brandished the frustrating misspelling. Perhaps I should just change my name now (like another Wisconsin native). Zoppitybop-Bop-Bop is much easier to spell than Stotz; only one T instead of two.



As you may or may not have guessed, I'm writing this post in rebellion. I should be and am very likely expected to be studying something very interesting like CPM or the precentral gyrus, but instead am whacking the keyboard with my writing-cramped hands, trying to ignore the half-dozen lectures on repeat in my head and the idea that I should know which part of my brain is responsible for this horrific replay.
Spring Break must be close, right? (don't get me started on this ridiculous weather...)

Sigh. I've missed blogging. I'll miss it again.
Feel free to call me Ms. Stolz; I will likely be grossly disfigured and unrecognizable in the coming months . . . "Nose to the grindstone", as they say.
AUPT's grindstone is a full facial.