Perhaps I’m stretching with this one. [ka-ching, thank you, here all week] I do spend enough time there to fill a post, though, so congratulations! You can’t always get what you want, and I’m here to give you what you don’t need.
Physical therapy appears to be yet another person/adult thing I don’t know how to do; this probably comes as no surprise. I was having problems before I even made it to the first session: namely, I was shifting through t-shirts trying to figure out which ones didn’t essentially read “hi, my name is Weird!” These days, making a good first impression apparently involves not wearing the shirt that says “I KILLED JENNY*.”
*Note lack of link. You should know that. And I also expect you to still be grieving for Mr. Piddles.
I think of science as something largely discovered by philosophers (Thales is still completely valid, right?), so our initial discussion of things involving a lot of Anatomical Terms went completely over my head. Over time, I’ve learned to deal with this by responding to every remark of that type with, “so, is that good?”
Another conversational problem is that we don’t converse. I spend a lot of time counting, and he spends a lot of time looking at something on his laptop. When we attempt the forced small talk at the beginning of the session (he’s very nice, I should clarify), I’ve latched onto football as something I definitely know he likes. Unfortunately, I’ve managed to screw up football as a topic of discussion constantly by getting enthusiastic about the wrong teams (usually, the only team I knew was playing), confusing winners and losers, and being extremely clueless about bowl games. I brought up the championship game today (which I didn’t see, but I did check the score) and tried to break the ice by saying it must have been very exciting. The look he gave me suggested he’s on to me.
In spite of my “everybody act normal!” efforts, he still seems to think I’m odd– again, as of the first appointment, when I brought a book. I knew I’d have to wait, so this seemed perfectly logical. Also, I always have a book with me. As I’ve said before, there is always a possibility of a zombie apocalypse. Do you not want to have a book with you when civilization crumbles? I didn’t go into the zombie bit there, but I think I’d done enough already without putting the undead icing on the cake.
I put off laundry a shameful amount of time at one point (it was cold! exterior stairs!), and I did have to go to my Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem t-shirt, which seemed okay: nostalgia value, right? Not so much. It was a new experience to have someone who was pulling my ankles lose composure and crack up. I’m adding to my résumé every day.
Today, he asked if my mismatched socks were a style statement. I had to explain that, this time, they were just laundry-fatigue induced accidents. I didn’t mention that I have worn mismatched socks before (on purpose) and that now he was giving me ideas. Of course, I also now have an inverse pair of the ones I wore today, plus one odd one that I assume is a dryer casualty. All sorts of possibilities!
Other things I’m learning: I’m getting very, very good at counting. Going up to 10, 15, and 30 are my specialities. If you need help with that, let me know. If it’s math more involved than that, call someone else; nothing’s changed with that one.
I am also in the gym portion eight minutes per session, where I have been seeing a show I think is called Meredith (?). It’s what would happen if you took the 50s and told it to act hip and contemporary but to do a really, really bad job on purpose. Perhaps you need to watch it for more than eight minutes at a time to get the full effect of it, and I’m misjudging.
I’ve also concluded that physical therapy should come with a masseuse to follow you home when all the actual aches and pains start up. This has not been forthcoming.
In the meantime, if you’d like to come rub my back, I’m right here. I’m also taking fashion tips and conversational bits of current sports trivia.
Until then, I will be reading, wearing clothes not suitable for physical therapy, wearing earplugs during Monday RAW/Thursday Smackdown/all football (apartments!), and avoiding daytime TV.