So yesterday kinda sucked, but its yesterday. When i was waiting for my car from the valet, i had a panic attack- people scare me. The valet attendant came over to check on me, and told me corny jokes to distract me. I sent a big thank you to him and his company this morning. I promised him i would share this joke: What kind of fuel does a physical therapist run on?
Pro-pain.
Guess what? I'm fat. I know, it shocked me too. I thought those damn clothes elves were sneaking in my room at night and shrinking my clothes! Good thing i met Dr Wyman. He took one look at me and said (seriously) "You're fat. A brace wont work, you're too fat for knee surgery- you should have weight loss surgery and then come back. Im not into giving opiates so what are you here for?" Well...i was kind of hoping for a cortisone shot and a referral to physical therapy, but you're right, i just shouldn't exist. He showed me xrays from 2012 and 2017, did NOT offer to take xrays today, and i was out the door in under 10 mins.
