It was overcast today as my father took me to my physical therapy appointment. I met with Rebecca, and she was assisted by Bianca, who was without a patient until March. They started me on a mat, to check the flexibility (or absence of) of the right ankle. I can push the toes downward just a little bit, but have no strength in pulling it back up, thus stretching the Achilles’ tendon.They gave me a few exercises to work on and also had me trying some leg exercises without the AFO. The workout was tiring but was well worth it.
We stopped at Jack-in-the-Box again (no curly fries this time) and tried the new Sirloin Steak Melt. Which reminds me of a story: While watching a Lakers game the other night, a Jack-in-the-Box commercial came on, showing Jack and his wife enjoying a jacuzzi with another couple. The other woman asked if they (Jack and his wife) were into trying new things, which gave Jack the opportunity to describe the new Sirloin Steak Melt. The scene closed with the other couple smiling as the woman replied, “Yeah, let’s make a Jack sandwich.”
My father turned to my mother and said, “There’s a joke there, but I don’t get it. Do you?” My mother replied that she didn’t get it either. So my father turned to me and asked, “Did you get it?” Thinking fast, I told him I didn’t. He just shrugged and turned back to the TV, as the game came back on.
Whew! Another potential crisis averted. If I told him I understood it, then I would have to explain it to him and probably to my mother as well. One should never have to explain swingers and threesomes to their parents. Even if the other man was sporting an obvious pornstar moustache and he looked like a blond Harry Reems (some of you are already Googling his name as you read this).
I finished the day with a couple of sets of my therapy exercises.
A YEAR AGO TODAY: I had three hours of therapy in the afternoon. Mike & Carol visited me in the evening.
No comments:
Post a Comment