Well, I'm apparently considered healed, and no longer have to go to physical therapy. I do still have to do exercises, but no longer do I get to do them in the company of people who are much younger or much older than me. This morning, I saw one attractive therapist holding the hand of an elderly guy as he tottered over some exercises. I can't say either one of them looked particularly happy about it. I did go for a brief walk this morning -- about half a mile, which is more than I've done in a while. I got out of breath a couple of times, which didn't thrill me, but still, its a good thing.
This afternoon, baking. Tomorrow morning, fasting. Tomorrow afternoon, dental surgery. Tomorrow evening, serious drugs. No, legal ones.
Cheers to your recovery, Bill. Glad to hear you're getting better every day.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your drugs tomorrow ;-)
Thanks. I'm actually pleased, even if I don't get to see the cute therapists any more.
ReplyDeleteAs for the drugs, I did find out, when they gave them to me, that joking to the effect that if I don't use them, I can always sell them, doesn't actually go down all that well with the prescribers, as apparently thats EXACTLY what happens a lot. Me, I figure I have no use for pain, so if they're going to give them to me, I'm going to take them. I may be, um, spaced for a while...
Yeah, I had that experience...seeing the old guy with the cute young therapist....boy was I EVER frosted to discover that I was looking in a big mirror.
ReplyDeleteReally? You're a cute young therapist? Great disguise!
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