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PT and license renewal updates
Tuesday, July 10th, 2012 12:52 pm...for those who are fascinated by such things...
Physical Therapy went well; my use of the TheraCane has produced brilliant results. There were a couple of knots that I hadn't been able to beat into submission, so my therapist used his massage jack on them. I feel great at the moment, my range of motion is as good as it ever was, and! painfree. I do, I note, fully expect my arm to fall off in an hour or two, whereupon I will be cursing my therapist, but at least I know that, by tomorrow, I'll be back to feeling good.
So, I'm cut loose from PT, with stern instructions to keep up with the TheraCane, and to come back if things get bad again.
From therapy, around the corner to the AAA office, which is now empowered to do license renewals. This is a good thing; Waterville's previous system had been that a threesome of circuit riders (I am not making this up) visited town hall on, I believe, the third Thursday of the month, and if you had to renew your license and didn't feel like driving to Augusta, you ate a hearty breakfast, packed a lunch and a couple of books, and went to wait your turn among the cast of hundreds in one of the public hearing rooms. This was particularly pleasant in July and August (my license renewal date being "by September"), because, it being Maine and all, the public hearing rooms are not air conditioned.
So, anyhow, into AAA, where the young man at the front desk inquired after the service he might perform for me. I explained about renewing the license; he took my old license, my Social Security card, my passport, and my Visa card. He asked me some questions about did I have a license or a suspension in another state, and did I want to be an organ donor, while he tapped keys on his computer. Eventually, he returned my cards and passport (after making a note of the maker of my passport folder, which is, I will admit, very classy), printed off a "temporary" license, which has a dual life as my receipt, which I had to sign, and which must remain with me until my replacement license appears in the mail.
I asked about a photo and an eye exam, and was told that neither was required; pictures are good for 12 years. Six years ago, my hair was brown. Just sayin'.
So. . .an odd experience, and not what I expected, but -- license renewal? DONE, and off the list.
Physical Therapy went well; my use of the TheraCane has produced brilliant results. There were a couple of knots that I hadn't been able to beat into submission, so my therapist used his massage jack on them. I feel great at the moment, my range of motion is as good as it ever was, and! painfree. I do, I note, fully expect my arm to fall off in an hour or two, whereupon I will be cursing my therapist, but at least I know that, by tomorrow, I'll be back to feeling good.
So, I'm cut loose from PT, with stern instructions to keep up with the TheraCane, and to come back if things get bad again.
From therapy, around the corner to the AAA office, which is now empowered to do license renewals. This is a good thing; Waterville's previous system had been that a threesome of circuit riders (I am not making this up) visited town hall on, I believe, the third Thursday of the month, and if you had to renew your license and didn't feel like driving to Augusta, you ate a hearty breakfast, packed a lunch and a couple of books, and went to wait your turn among the cast of hundreds in one of the public hearing rooms. This was particularly pleasant in July and August (my license renewal date being "by September"), because, it being Maine and all, the public hearing rooms are not air conditioned.
So, anyhow, into AAA, where the young man at the front desk inquired after the service he might perform for me. I explained about renewing the license; he took my old license, my Social Security card, my passport, and my Visa card. He asked me some questions about did I have a license or a suspension in another state, and did I want to be an organ donor, while he tapped keys on his computer. Eventually, he returned my cards and passport (after making a note of the maker of my passport folder, which is, I will admit, very classy), printed off a "temporary" license, which has a dual life as my receipt, which I had to sign, and which must remain with me until my replacement license appears in the mail.
I asked about a photo and an eye exam, and was told that neither was required; pictures are good for 12 years. Six years ago, my hair was brown. Just sayin'.
So. . .an odd experience, and not what I expected, but -- license renewal? DONE, and off the list.
