Just a quick one today, nothing really hilarious to report. I got a flu shot and went to the Physical Therapist for my elbow tendonitis, which I cannot seem to get rid of.
At the flu clinic, when the woman gave me the shot, I distinctly heard what sounded like air bubbles being injected, so all night I've been sitting here waiting for one to work its way to my heart. So far so good -- I'm still alive and kicking.
After that I went to the PT's office, he was doing his pressing and prodding on my arm, stretching tendons, etc. About ten minutes into it, he stops and says "I'll be right back." A few moments later, he comes in with this black nylon strap thing with buckles on it.
"Is that the harness for my helper monkey?" I asked hopefully.
He didn't laugh. I figured out why pretty quickly because two seconds later, he strapped himself into the thing. I guess they sometimes use a strap around the neck as kind of third hand when they're working on someone. I'm not positive, but I think he added a little excessive force to my therapy after that. My arm still hurts.
Dammit. I was really looking forward to that helper monkey, too.