Well, today I went to PT. I hate PT. First I had to walk around a bit, which I don't mind as long as I don't have to walk too far for too long. Then came the stretches, the worst part of my life. Because for one thing, some of my joints are locked and won't nudge. (bend/straighten). Okay, so after a while of her pulling on my arm, it began to hurt. Then the pain got worse. And when it got really bad, I asked her to stop. She kept pulling on my arm. I told her to stop again. And with no regard for the gut wrenching pain, she kept going. Then it got so bad it felt like my arm was going to break in half. So I went off, and I yelled at her saying "LOOK YOU CRAZY HORSE CRAP. I DON'T NEED TO GET BETTER. I AM FINE. STOP YANKING ON MY ARM."
She replied 'we need to push you'.
"handicap, I DON'T NEED TO BE 'PUSHED'. YOU'RE NOT HELPING ME AT ALL, YOU'RE JUST MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING HELL"
"YOU'RE PART OF THE REASON MY LEG NEEDED SURGERY SO BADLY. I TOLD YOU I COULD NOT WALK ON IT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS BROKEN. BUT YOU FORCED ME TO WALK ON IT. "
"THEN I GOT MY LEG CHECKED OUT, LO AND BEHOLD, BROKEN, IN A MILLION FREAKING TINY PIECES."
The part about the broken leg was true. The bimbo obviously does not deserve her job.
After I went home I felt like I was gonna throw up.
Discuss. I'm still mad actually, although a bit happy.
