Today I went to my third physical therapy appointment for my broken finger. The injuryl happened months ago playing basketball… in the end I had a cast on for just shy of 2 months and now I’m having the first physical therapy of my life.
Today the therapist I had on my second visit wasn’t my therapist but I talked to him for a few seconds anyway. Said he’s been telling stories about me…
When he entered the waiting room to call me to the tratment room he called me by name. Apparently I jumped right out of my seat and said “WooHoo!!” I guess that’s not the usual reaction for PT patients. I’m glad to get my fingers bending again.
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Then, at IKEA last night I was in the warehouse with a guy walking in front of me… I got him to turn around to sneak a peek at who the hell was saying “Furniture creeps me out.” at a well-audible level.
It’s fun to say fun things, doncha think?