Torture

I’ve told the story of my Missy who always said, “Exercise bothers my body!”

Well I’m here to tell you, exercise for this old lady is sheer torture! Even though I try to swim between 30 minutes to an hour 4 or so days a week, it seriously kills me!

And I was stupid enough the other day to agree to Physical Therapy.

Again!

I’ve had that agony prescribed a number of times for the last several years for different maladies. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by now!

I had PT and shots for bad knees before I found a surgeon to get the job done right. After my double knee replacement, I was overly energetic and blew out my lungs. But I still had to do the stinking’ physical therapy! That’s not right!

After trying to avoid back and hip pain and any cruel persecutions by a therapist, I overdid exercise and ended up with bursae which resulted in another session of inhumane affliction. More therapy on my back, another session for hips.

I do not know what I did this time, but apparently I have torn something or other in both hips. The foul words PHYSICAL THERAPY tripped easily from my ortho doctor’s masked mouth. I must not have heard him right because I wasn’t wearing my hearing aids. Or my mind had a serious brain fluff! I’m still wondering how I agreed to this.

“How do you feel, Mrs. Huddleston?” the sweet little therapist asks with a smile. I swear! It is all I can do to control my spicy mouth at that point. I may need to find another kind of surgeon to stitch my tongue back together because I am biting my tongue so hard to keep from saying anything inappropriate. Sweet lil’ ol’ ladies such as myself do not ever say those kinds of things. Right?

(My apologies to the English critics out there for inappropriate use of myself!)

After waking up at 4 and fuming about going to therapy, I was already a wee bit grumpy. This morning at breakfast, I prayed I would be sweet today. As I complained to Ronald after the exercise, he reminded me of my prayer. “You have to do your part if you want God to answer your prayers.” I was so proud of myself. I didn’t give him the Chicago hello or anything!

Today, I told Ronald the next time any doctor suggested physical therapy, I was going to slap him bald headed! Except in this doctor’s case, I’d have to stand on a chair to get it done. If I tried, I’m pretty sure I’d end up with some other part of my anatomy messed up and end up in physical therapy again. I can’t climb stairs, much less climb up on a chair!

I know I’m being a complainer, and I shouldn’t. And maybe a wee bit grumpy. Maybe tomorrow I’ll do better.

Probably not, but miracles happen!

Blessings

KB

There are things in the Bible I obviously don’t have a handle on yet. Philippians 2:14 says we are to do all things without complaining. 1 Thessalonians 5 says give thanks in all things.  Hmm. I’m giving thanks I only have 5 more torture sessions left!