CJ walked back and forth, getting new patients, during my gym session. No contact at all. As the clock closed on 3.30pm, the other physios began to lock up their offices for the day, but CJ was still with a patient. That's when he appeared.
Deafened by Blue's I Can in the iPod, a hand waving in front of my face attracted my attention. My hand flung up and tore out the earphones, temporarily silencing the music. Looking up, I met CJ's smiling face. He pointed at my leg and said "Good job, glad to see it's getting there." I smiled, shook my head in slight resignation and said that well, I'd been there for 1 ½ hours so... CJ smiled again. "Well," he said as he started walking back to the patient he'd abandoned to talk to me, "it's good to see that it's improving - that's all I wanted to say." And then he walked off as I managed a whimpering "Thank you".
His exit might as well have been accompanied by a wall of smoke and some atmospheric music - it was that dramatic. Oh, CJ...
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