Comon Dr. Make It Hurt So Good
This humble blogger is nursing a wonderful cigar after playing doctor with his wonderful girl. She developed a bad fever sometime after Two today. Nothing is worse than seeing the ones you love suffer.
Today I had my first physical therapy appointment. Luckily the place is a short two miles away from my place of business, which is good on gas and time currently and in the (hopefully) near future be easy to bike to. Three times a week for a month with a staff that is very laid back and fun. I almost scored some birthday cake but I left a bit too soon. Filling out the little application which included all past injuries (right broken wrist, middle school; right broken arm, compound fracture, high school; right broken arm, radial, high school; left broken arm, middle school) made me realize how good it was to be alive. I've lived a good life.
My therapist surprisingly resembles my amigo Nano, and as a result I liked him immediately. He took measurements of my range of motion and strength. My right hand can squeeze with 105 lbs of force, while my left (broken) one produces a paltry 70. According to Dr. McNotNano we need to get about 15 lbs more out of it. He gave me a sheet with home exercises and we did some stretching and stuff that had my damaged bits twinging. They hooked me up with a brace normally brandished by carpal tunnel peeps to support my sprained wrist while I lifted shit for my werky.
Speaking of, that shit is crazy. All of a sudden every store in my company decided to send me upwards of seven computers a time for repair. I'm swamp-ed. And pissed at Microsoft. If I can geek out for a bit, Vista is a piece of shit. My stores are requesting that all reformatted machines with Vista get turned into XP, but apparently it's not doable. Nothing will work. It's like... buying a house. And you decide to put some new furnishings in it but afterwards none of your appliances work. Fucking Microsoft.
Okay, enough bitching. I need to go tend to my patient. She's having fever-delusions of slipping into a coma or worse while she's asleep.
Piece!
- David
Today I had my first physical therapy appointment. Luckily the place is a short two miles away from my place of business, which is good on gas and time currently and in the (hopefully) near future be easy to bike to. Three times a week for a month with a staff that is very laid back and fun. I almost scored some birthday cake but I left a bit too soon. Filling out the little application which included all past injuries (right broken wrist, middle school; right broken arm, compound fracture, high school; right broken arm, radial, high school; left broken arm, middle school) made me realize how good it was to be alive. I've lived a good life.
My therapist surprisingly resembles my amigo Nano, and as a result I liked him immediately. He took measurements of my range of motion and strength. My right hand can squeeze with 105 lbs of force, while my left (broken) one produces a paltry 70. According to Dr. McNotNano we need to get about 15 lbs more out of it. He gave me a sheet with home exercises and we did some stretching and stuff that had my damaged bits twinging. They hooked me up with a brace normally brandished by carpal tunnel peeps to support my sprained wrist while I lifted shit for my werky.
Speaking of, that shit is crazy. All of a sudden every store in my company decided to send me upwards of seven computers a time for repair. I'm swamp-ed. And pissed at Microsoft. If I can geek out for a bit, Vista is a piece of shit. My stores are requesting that all reformatted machines with Vista get turned into XP, but apparently it's not doable. Nothing will work. It's like... buying a house. And you decide to put some new furnishings in it but afterwards none of your appliances work. Fucking Microsoft.
Okay, enough bitching. I need to go tend to my patient. She's having fever-delusions of slipping into a coma or worse while she's asleep.
Piece!
- David
posted by BuddhaDave at
11:08 PM
3 Comments:
My son sashayed through a parking lot tonight and when he returned to the car I told him that his moves were very "Dave B. " He replied that the signature move is referred to as "le tah" after the final syllable of Buchta. You have left your girlish mark on the boy.
Also, glad you are on the mend from your collision. Good luck.
-h
Wait, my gait is girly?!
It is a good thing.
-h
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