So as you all know from prior posts, I am a huge klutz. I fall and hurt myself all the time and should wear a suit of bubble wrap.
Well, a month ago I sprained my MCL and had my first Physical Therapy appoint yesterday. I walked in and filled out the forms and then saw one of the PT's. She was Barbie. Bleach blonde and tiny waist with big honkers.
She comes over towards me then turns left to talk to the receptionist. Thank God. The whole time I hear her talking about her new "Cute OTO pink jogging suit" that she is wearing to the receptionist, I just keep praying, "Please God don't let Barbie be my PT. Please oh Please."
A minute later an average/normal looking person comes over to me and says, "Hi, I'm Erin and I am a PT student I will be helping Sharon, and points to another average/normal looking person, with your PT.
"Thank you God, owe you one."
So we go back and the do some balance tests (kinda like the DUI test) stand on one leg and balance for 30 seconds, then the other. A few strength tests and then we do some excises. At first I think these are easy. But oh no, 30 mins later my muscles are burning and I am wanting water.
I look around the office while I am exercising and see Barbie with a HUGE I mean HUGE dude that sprained his wrist and she is helping with that. I am sure he was happy to have Barbie helping him.
We finish up with the leg lifts, muscle flexing, etc and they set up 5 more appointments and print out exercises for me to do at home. Oh well could have been worse.
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