Hurt me, beat me

When you get far enough along in the adventure, your caregiver takes on the role of being the Mistress of the Tower, you know, as in the Tower of London. Being confined to a wheelchair all day, because you have lost the majority of your ability to move your limbs, requires someone to move them for you to help your circulation. Sometimes, this is uncomfortable because your muscles have decided they’re not really interested in moving. So hurt me, beat me, takes on a new connotation and one that is absolutely necessary: You gotta keep movin’.