PeeTee/OohTee
So im staring at the purple circle patch on the physical therapists coat, wondering who it is more insulting to that Bellvue is now a teaching hospital for NYU. I mean NYU owns every fucking thing in New York realestate wise, they make donald trump look like someone with a sublet to rent.
But historic landmark hospital of yester-century, most of which is still in yester-century now a teaching hospital for the megopolis NYU Medical center?! I am kind of insulted by that phrase anyway, teaching hospital, it suggests there is some sort of knowledge transfer given to new doctors. Oh well it wasn’t my choice to come here anyway.
Learning how to walk again though, is somewhat amusing. There are tons of things we all take for granted walking around youd never even realize how much you are actually thinking about while walking. When you learn this before you are able to appreciate the complexity I think a lot of the wonder of it is lost.
Its also funny how fast you forget. Walking is NOT just like riding a bicycle, not sure why but you really have to re-train every set of muscles, and now that I have time to think about it a lot of the mechanics of walking don’t make much sense.
But I have nothing else to do while here and physical therapy, or PT as it is known by those who know, is my favorite part of the endless days. The PT staff is made up of somewhat attractive women with really hard bodies. And their job is to throw me around and get my muscles working which can be entertaining if youre in the right mood.
But nothing kills the right mood faster than the other half of what they have me doing here. OT. Occupational Therapy. Why they put these two things together is beyond me, but I have ZERO patience for these people.
This is like therapy for a broken brain. Which unfortunately mine is still working fine. All it really amounts to is seeing if your brain is still functional enough to put the square peg in the round hole… Or wherever its supposed to go. Personally I think the square peg is supposed to go up the ass of the impish nighmare of a hag who is incharge of the place.
She asked me my 1st OT session what I wanted to accomplish with my time in OT, and I said outloud, “Absolutely fucking nothing. Can I go back to bed now?” Again my premier charm coming out right off the bat to set things in motion.
I didn’t care anymore what happened, they couldn’t banish me anywhere worse than I already was, and there was no way in hell I was kissing this hag’s ass. And maybe there was a chance I could get them to hate me so much I wouldn’t have to go and sit next to the people who got a goldstar for NOT drooling on the next guy.
Tomorrows session were going to learn how to take the handicap bus in the morning and how to make out beds at night. Most of the problem is the OT staff knows how stupid and useless they are and get picked on all the time since 99% of the people here are in need of PT only but are required to sit through this shit.
Having a totally useless unrewarding unfulfilling nonsense job and being picked on about it everyday, throws these people in the DMV worker category, except they are in total control of your lives. Wonderful, though im so used to being fucked with by people who get off on being in total control of my life this is like a vacation.
Though im sure they are just joking, but the often say they can send us upstairs to the psych ward if we arent good. Again it seems they could banish me somewhere a lot worse than where I was…
This is enough of a possible reality to make even me shut the fuck up for the most part, and I tried as hard as I could to pucker up to the hag with the pegs.
Little people with little egos with nothing better to do then shove their weight around on people who are helpless to leave their little kingdom. Its scary how much of our society can be described this way.
But historic landmark hospital of yester-century, most of which is still in yester-century now a teaching hospital for the megopolis NYU Medical center?! I am kind of insulted by that phrase anyway, teaching hospital, it suggests there is some sort of knowledge transfer given to new doctors. Oh well it wasn’t my choice to come here anyway.
Learning how to walk again though, is somewhat amusing. There are tons of things we all take for granted walking around youd never even realize how much you are actually thinking about while walking. When you learn this before you are able to appreciate the complexity I think a lot of the wonder of it is lost.
Its also funny how fast you forget. Walking is NOT just like riding a bicycle, not sure why but you really have to re-train every set of muscles, and now that I have time to think about it a lot of the mechanics of walking don’t make much sense.
But I have nothing else to do while here and physical therapy, or PT as it is known by those who know, is my favorite part of the endless days. The PT staff is made up of somewhat attractive women with really hard bodies. And their job is to throw me around and get my muscles working which can be entertaining if youre in the right mood.
But nothing kills the right mood faster than the other half of what they have me doing here. OT. Occupational Therapy. Why they put these two things together is beyond me, but I have ZERO patience for these people.
This is like therapy for a broken brain. Which unfortunately mine is still working fine. All it really amounts to is seeing if your brain is still functional enough to put the square peg in the round hole… Or wherever its supposed to go. Personally I think the square peg is supposed to go up the ass of the impish nighmare of a hag who is incharge of the place.
She asked me my 1st OT session what I wanted to accomplish with my time in OT, and I said outloud, “Absolutely fucking nothing. Can I go back to bed now?” Again my premier charm coming out right off the bat to set things in motion.
I didn’t care anymore what happened, they couldn’t banish me anywhere worse than I already was, and there was no way in hell I was kissing this hag’s ass. And maybe there was a chance I could get them to hate me so much I wouldn’t have to go and sit next to the people who got a goldstar for NOT drooling on the next guy.
Tomorrows session were going to learn how to take the handicap bus in the morning and how to make out beds at night. Most of the problem is the OT staff knows how stupid and useless they are and get picked on all the time since 99% of the people here are in need of PT only but are required to sit through this shit.
Having a totally useless unrewarding unfulfilling nonsense job and being picked on about it everyday, throws these people in the DMV worker category, except they are in total control of your lives. Wonderful, though im so used to being fucked with by people who get off on being in total control of my life this is like a vacation.
Though im sure they are just joking, but the often say they can send us upstairs to the psych ward if we arent good. Again it seems they could banish me somewhere a lot worse than where I was…
This is enough of a possible reality to make even me shut the fuck up for the most part, and I tried as hard as I could to pucker up to the hag with the pegs.
Little people with little egos with nothing better to do then shove their weight around on people who are helpless to leave their little kingdom. Its scary how much of our society can be described this way.