Each week we do an internal HIGH FIVE FRIDAY, where high fives are doled out to staff for different accomplishments or good deeds. In this post I want to say a few words of thanks and then have some fun. Bear with me. It’s been a long December.
Firstly I want to say a big thank you to all our wonderful clients who have come to see us in the past year for physiotherapy and massage. To those of you who have trusted me with your care in the past ten months, an extra big thank you as I appreciate you taking time out of your busy days for self care and healing.
Secondly I want to thank all my coworkers, physiotherapists Amber, Kristyn, Miranda, Trent, and my RMT room share buddy, Kirsten for all the collaboration this year. It’s always awesome to have people to bounce ideas off of for treatments. Thank you to Sheri, Jocelyn and Shawn. Without you the clinic would grind to an absolute halt.
Last, but certainly not least, thanks to Trevor and Michelle for creating a space for us to work together with so many diverse modalities within our four walls. It makes helping our clients easy and convenient.
Now, without further adieu, and with my apologies to Clement C Moore, (who I am sure is rolling in his grave somewhere) I present to you:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the blog,
Not a creature was stirring, except for me because of too much egg nog.
The stockings were sat on the floor with great care,
Because I live in an apartment with no chimney to spare.
The clients were at home, nestled in their beds.
I hoped visions of stretching danced in their heads.
Snug in my sweater, and massage sheets on my lap,
I had just settled down for a long winters lap.
When out in the clinic there arose such a clatter!
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the clinic I flew like a flash!
I threw open the door with a mighty loud crash!
The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
made the gym look like midday reflecting the glow.
When what should my wondering eyes should appear
but Trevor dressed as Santa with eight tiny stuffed reindeer.
Like the little old driver,
Both lively and quick,
I had to ask myself
“Is Trevor really Saint Nick?!?”
More rapid than gophers his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Kristyn, now Kirsten, now Myranda, and Trent!
On Becky, on Michelle, on Amber and Jocelyn (sorry no ones name rhymed there)
To the top of the squat rack!
To the top of the wall!
Dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!
As dry leaves on the wild prairie winds fly,
when the meet with an obstacle, straight to the sky.
Up to the clinic top the stuffies they flew,
With all of the stretching bands and Trevor/St. Nick too.
Then with a shuffling I heard on the roof,
The padding and pawing of each stuffy’s hoof.
I drew in my head and was turning around
when down by the dryer vent Trevor/St.Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all covered in dryer lint and floof.
A bundle of physio tools he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a sales rep opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry!
All I could think was, “I can’t wait to tell Shawn and Sheri!”
His mouth it was all drawn up like a bow
and the stubble on his chin was as white as the snow.
A roll of K-Tape he held tight in his teeth
while physio tubing circled his head like a wreath.
He was happy and light like Buddy the Elf,
And I laughed out loud, I couldn’t help myself.
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
I knew I was dreaming and should wake up in bed.
He spoke not a word and went straight to his work.
Filled up our coffee cups and turned with a jerk.
Then picking his bag up off the floor,
He turned and casually strode out the door.
Trevor jumped in his truck, with plush reindeer in tow
He rolled down his window as he drove out of sight
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!