Physical therapy...or actual therapy?

Today was day 1 of physical therapy.  I was actually really looking forward to it.  Until my therapist decided to tell me all about her nightmare weekend.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm obviously in a profession that requires you listen to problems.  But lately (it may be due to the fact that I have my own issues that I find are more important these days) I have no patience.  So I spent an hour and forty five minutes at therapy today.  Standard exercises for about an hr and then electrical stim for 20 min to round it out with about 15 min of ice.  Woot....three days a week for 2 weeks of these shenanigans.