1217 therapy

I had a therapy appointment this morning. It was raining, so we stayed inside. My PT, Jenn, decided to have me exercise with two poles, instead of my walker. It’s to help me concentrate on keeping my weight on my legs and to rely less on my arms and hands.

Before we got started, she sad, “Wait a minute, let me get the metrodome.” She went across the room to retrieve it.

Her assistant, Shannon, looked at me and said, “Do you think she meant metronome?”

I said, “Yes.” Either that or she found some way to get the home of the Minnesota Twins into an easy-to-carry size. I figured it was the former, since she often refers to the “Ten Meter Walk” as the “Ten Minute Walk”.

Jenn returned with a metronome in her hands.

While we were walking in the hallway, we stopped and Jenn asked why. Shannon replied, “Because Jim was swaying.”

Jenn said, “Jim was swearing? I didn’t hear anything.” Shannon and I laughed so hard, that I almost hyperventilated. I didn’t hyperventilate; the paperwork’s a pain.

Important note: Shannon's the blonde.