A Week

Well it's been 7 days since I touched down in Moscow. Of those seven days 5 have been rained but I hear that's better than back east where they've had 7, so I'm told. Monday there was a flurry of activity in my room. I was visited by 7-8 doctors all speaking in Russian at the same time apparently unhappy with other. Even Sandy commented to me that "they seemed mad at each other" it seems this is the common method of communication and the result is the director has requested additional tests. One of Which was done today which looked at the conductivity of my central nervous system. Imagine for a moment an electrical current running from your toes through your body up to your head for 2 hours. You might say to your self, man that sounds like it might be painful.... you would be correct. The idea evidently is to determine the health of the pathways so that they can target exercise. I am hoping that it is not necessary to retest that one any time soon. I had e stim on my legs, a massage and did some physical therapy. The PT's name is Dimitri affectionately know as Dima the Demon by the patients. Dima must have trained in Greco Roman wrestling before becoming a PT. He picked me up and threw me around like a 2 pound sack of potatoes. He had some interesting exercises and in fact I enjoyed the session. I took a few picture of the entrance to the hospital with a nice fountain out front.Two more tests and then we know.