Are you wondering what I did today? I went to physical therapy. Oh sure, they call it therapy, but I know what it really is - torture!
Before this arm thing I've got going on now, I'd never been to physical therapy before. My sister's been through it quite a bit though. I'm not saying that she's clumsy or anything, but how else would you explain 7 knee surgeries on a non-athlete in the same knee? Okay, she's a total klutz. Before I had to go in, she was telling me that physical therapists are always cute so that they can get away with torturing you. She may be on to something there. Well, cute or deceptively nice. It hides the pure evil until it's too late.
Today, my therapist told me that he'd be doing something good. Everyone likes this, he tells me. He then proceeded to start digging into my shoulder with his forearm, his elbow and an ice pick. My screams of agony only brought a smile to his face. Everyone likes this? What color is the sky in his world? When he told me to relax and breathe I wanted to pop him one. I was so happy when he was done...
But he wasn't done...
Next he moved to my elbow. He started there with some ultrasound therapy. For those of you who don't know, "ultrasound" is Latin for burning your flesh from the inside out. Of course, he couldn't just leave it at that. He had to start the digging thing on my elbow, too. And just for good measure, he hooked me up to some electrodes for a little shock treatment and covered my arm in the sleeve of hypothermia. All with a smile on his face. Can you believe he actually sounded happy when he said, "See you on Friday!"?
I think physical therapists enjoy your pain a bit too much.
Now, how about joining in on my blog carnival, Life is Funny? It's much less painful than physical therapy.
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