Page 73 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"Yes. Until your team physician decides you no longer need it."
Great. Just fucking great.
"Now, I'll be adjusting your brace and taking measurements on a daily basis. Your shoulder will feel better than ever, Mr. Mathews."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, I designed it, so I know what it will do. The brace will stimulate your shoulder when you're playing to provide warmth when your shoulder tightens up. It will continue to provide physical therapy during the game and practice, and even when you're asleep."
"But why do I need to wear it then?"
"Because that's when the muscle will be repairing itself and we will be obtaining feedback about specifically how it's doing that."
"So how long do you think, I'll have to wear this?"
"Through the end of the season, at the very least. If the Outlaws make the playoffs, we'll reassess at that time. You'll be helping us create much more effective therapy for other football players, and we're immensely grateful for your cooperation."
Well, I guess that's that. No matter how much I hate this contraption. If I want to play, I have to make it work. If I don't. I'll be out and Pedro will be back in.
