Today was my first visit to the physical therapist, where the last dozen staples were removed from my butt. The nice young lady offered to get a male therapist to remove them but I told her there was no need. After so many have looked, what's a couple more? You'd think my butt is some special beauty, but the Boss is of a different opinion.
I now have specific exercises that I'm supposed to do 2x a day, and more appointments at the therapist.
I think I'll be carrying the next time. No sign on the door, to my surprise.
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