So today was the big day, I finally got to do my aquatic therapy…I’ve been looking forward to starting PT, but my body is not quite ready for the conventional PT so I’m starting out in the water. Yesterday I went in for my evaluation and that was a painful ordeal in itself, why must they insist on seeing me in pain, can’t they take my word for it. I hurt…fuckers. Anyway it was hard not to be a smartass, despite the pain I was in I couldn’t help myself. Can you sew a button? Seriously?? NO, if something needs a button it goes in the to-go pile, really, who sews buttons anymore? Yes I get that the answers will give them a good indication as to where my abilities lie. But I was wondering why all the questions were related with “traditional” female duties. I held back from asking if they ask men if they are capable of sewing on a button, somehow I think the answer would be no.
I went through another sleepless night, but got up early enough to have coffee, throw on some board shorts and a tshirt. No way would I dare show up in swimwear. If I had a wet suit I would wear that. I was glad that the pool area has it’s own parking and that I don’t have to walk through the entire facility…it is heartbreaking to see the other patients, some better off and some worse off than me.
Back to the pool…I walk in and see a grandpa sitting with a book, waiting for his lady love in the pool, just something else to make me sad. Grandma has someone there for her. In the water a couple of grandma’s and a man….great a not bad looking guy. At least he was chubby.