Okay, so not only did the physical therapy beat me like Apollo Creed, it also seems to have given me a RAGING sinus infection. All I know is, I was FINE before I went, then got a sore throat the next day, which I thought was just the changing weather crap. But TODAY, oh TODAY! I can’t hear. I mean, I’m not exactly deaf, but everything I hear seems to be coming from INSIDE my head… including my own voice. So it’s off to the Doc-in-a-Box instead of P/T… which reminds me!
They have a sign at the sports medicine place as you come in the door which says: “If you have <<massively long list of cold and flu-like symptoms>>, please call to reschedule your appointment.” And I, being a good little Do-Bee, ACTUALLY STOPPED AND THOUGHT ABOUT IT before I went in. Like it was a checklist. (And before you ask, yes, I do the same thing with roller coasters). But then I get IN there, and it’s chock full of cholera-spreading old people! Lemme tell you soemthing, once I’m that old and fucked up, I won’t be doin’ this P/T shit no more. I’ll be laying up in bed hollerin’ for Petey to bring Mama her reachin’ stick. THAT’S MY RIGHT AS AN AMERICAN, DAMMIT.
Gonna make this a short one and get back to work, which today amounts to “Marlee Matlin Shouts the News”… really shoulda took a sick day, but there’s no one here to call in TO!