Half an hour of OWWWWW this morning as the
physical occupational therapist made my busted arm and the surrounding joints bend in ways they're SUPPOSED to, but just don't anymore.
Luckily, it was brief.
I guess this explains why I've never been one for the spanky spanky.
I thought occupational therapy was just to console me about how much my job sucks...
Hey! Anyone leave a tube of Moisture Whip Real Raisin lipstick in my guest room?
It doesn't go with my skin tone.