My PT whilst being an excellent Physiotherapist and mediocre raconteur does have a talent for aphorisms. I'll share two that I came to be familiar with early on in my journey.
In the middle of one of our intense physio sessions which I've come to loathe (an obese man's default) I like to wax (whine?) lyrical about how much I hate whatever it is we're doing. He responds with "Choose your hard" - I give him a withering, soul stealing stare of inquiry (mixed with obligatory grunts)
He takes my silence as an entreaty to explain (when in actual fact the ability to speak would rob me of very necessary oxygen)
He states, "Choose your hard, it can be now for the next 45-60 minutes or 5 years from now with all of the extra issues that would involve" (age, weight, co-morbidities etc) delivered in his usual deadpan, matter of fact style.
I thought about it and the more I processed it, the more the words of veracity rang true. I hate it when he's right - he's rarely wrong about these sorts of matters so I have learned to be quiet and suffer in silence.
The other great aphorism he likes to impart is, "You're welcome" This particularly odious statement is usually "gifted" when I am complaining about the extent of soreness suffered at his hands or the length of time taken to recuperate from his medieval malevolence.
There's nothing like hearing "You're welcome" ringing in your ears as the exertion and soreness reaches a level which threaten to evacuate your bowels without at least tacit, consent on your part.
To be fair, it would be onerous of me not to mention how important it is to form a good working relationship with all of your support network. If you're fortunate you can find someone you can work with, if you're exceptionally lucky, you find one that you can call a friend.
Mine is not one of those. Lol 😄