Clearly, my body is unfamiliar with the concept.
When one is putting up with a demanding physical therapy program in order to correct muscle weakness caused by a bit of unfortunate brain trauma, the idea is generally to get better. The idea is NOT to fall down the stairs and totally fuck up your knee.
I am black and blue all over. And horribly embarrassed. *sigh* My grandmother is going to think I'm the most accident prone woman on the planet. It's all iced and splinted right now, but I'm going to have Hank look at it when we go to New York because it needs fixing, and I don't trust regular old modern medicine. They can't do shit with knees, frankly, and I'd like mine back in working order. If only so I can finish up the fucking physical therapy.
I am black and blue all over. And horribly embarrassed. *sigh* My grandmother is going to think I'm the most accident prone woman on the planet. It's all iced and splinted right now, but I'm going to have Hank look at it when we go to New York because it needs fixing, and I don't trust regular old modern medicine. They can't do shit with knees, frankly, and I'd like mine back in working order. If only so I can finish up the fucking physical therapy.