Fort Wayne.

If you had chance to quiz anyone alive at the time of my birth (and you'd have ample chance, as there were 5,159,459,114 humans on earth on that day at 07:42**), I doubt a single person could provide the correct answer to the following question:

"What are the two most populated cities that Jessica will reside in by the age of 23?"
Answer: Nairobi, Kenya & Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Fort Wayne, Indiana: town of underestimated proportions and cityness, and current home to Jessica Mae. Before my arrival, I believed I'd been assigned to Podunk, Mid-America: a town slightly larger than Berrien, for sure, but nothing as much as what I've experienced. See, I'm used to one stoplight every 20 miles. Maybe. Here, it seems there are 20 stoplights every mile. And there are people everywhere. And houses. And weird, suburbian, winding roads. And a half-dozen colleges. And an international airport.

International airport??

I stared at the stenciled outline of the airplane on the sign just across the highway from the clinic as I chowed on soggy Wheat Thins from my reclined driver's seat (the crackers were not in my driver's seat. I was. But I'm tired and too lazy to re-write it, so I'll just write a lengthy clarification). I'm still amazed at how much larger Ft. Waynzy is than I anticipated. And with my history of direction skills, it's a miracle I'm not still out and about and circling the great Coliseum.

I head back into the clinic to tackle some more things I pretend to know something about. WebPT computer documentation, patient interviews, TENS, piriformis palpation & massage, PNF contract-relax stretching, a rotator cuff strengthening program with a Spanish speaker (things learned: I have no idea how to say "keep the elbow straight" en Español), BAPS board proprioception training, and more documentation.

This has likely been the most action- and knowledge-packed two days of my life. With the amount of material I've learned and reviewed and encountered and semi-digested, I feel as though I've been in Fort Wayne for 3 weeks. I've seen dry needling and IASTM and hands-free ultrasound (super nifty). I've seen codes and tracking numbers and unit billing. I've seen therapists engaging patients and getting to the root of the problem and working their magic. I've seen people caring for people.

If you had chance to quiz anyone alive today if, upon seeing my face, I had a good day, I doubt a single person would say I didn't.  Not a single one of the 6,976,863,968 you could quiz.

**You thought I made it up. Or made a silly guess. But really, it was a very educated guess. Thanks to http://galen.metapath.org/popclk.html.