Free Fall
Starting your own practice.
By Adele Levine, PT3
For nine years, I was the most low profile physical therapist at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. I was fully institutionalized, something we used to accuse our patients of becoming, except the one who was really never going to leave was me. I had worked there for almost my entire career. I knew my 6 a.m. bike ride to work so well that I could recognize individual cracks in the street, and I was content knowing that I was going to eat dining facility (DFAC) chicken for the rest of my life. My life would revolve around missing limbs, extremities held together by external fixators, and rabid military officers.