My physical therapists (there are two now because I am so cool) finally learned how I will die. (OK, there are two because one is an intern.)
I was standing as one held me up. The other one said: "Do you want to keep standing?"
I said, sure, I like the view from up there. This, of course, struck me as funny, so I laughed at my own joke. This, of course, caused my body to wiggle and I sat down.
I'd have fallen if not for therapists who can laugh and catch me at the same time.
Have I mentioned lately I love therapists.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
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2 comments:
We already knew that. He died laughing at his own joke.
J
Sure but outside the family?
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