Listening to the Voices in My Head

Hon, you have your underwear on inside out.

He does the appropriate removal, turns them right side out. Then proceeds to put them on backwards.

Marriage can be fun, and funny.

I did my best impression of a socially happy person for the holidays, and I could have won an Oscar the following day (aka today).

Everything from my shoulders down hurts. Not aches, but hurts. A significant amount. Maybe doing 3 load of laundry one day after an extremely intense physio session, and then get the beast bird (aka 7kg turkey) roasted to perfection the following day. Fun part was about 3 hours in wooden slat chairs.

Now Wing wants us to go out on a shopping trip? I am going to be a human puddle of pain by end of day. For during the day, I will use pain meds to suppress it for a while. I will be a reasonable facsimile of a human being. Just don't bump too hard, or I might shatter.

Hearing and feeling a thunderclap right over the house when you're taking a shower. I felt a bit less uncomfortable because I was wearing shower shoes/flip flops/thongs because I was washing my hair, and it makes the shower floor slippery.

Quickest shower ever.

I had to uninstall Kindle for PC, reinstall older version, then re-download all my e-books. Why? Because my kindle reader is an older model, using the awz extention, not the newer kfx extension. I am all for keeping people from stealing/pirating content, but seriously.

So, once again I have to convince the older version of Kindle files to play nice with my slightly dated Kindle.

I thought Simon the Sadist was a tough physio-therapist. That isn't anything compared to him as an exercise therapist. As an exercise therapist, he makes you push yourself, but not to the point you cause damage.

Picture this: while getting ready to do a session on the reformer, of which there are two of them, our typical exchange.

Simon: Ok, we're going to work on the abs today.
Me: Sure, you may proceed.
Simon: Alright, we can both do them.
Me: (looking down at one of the reformers) I don't think we'll both fit.

(I get myself settled and start doing the prescribed exercise)

Simon: How many was that?
Me: I don't know. Keeping count is YOUR job!

(climbing off reformer, and there is NO graceful way of doing so, trust me)

Simon: So, what's you plans for today?
(I make grand hand gesture pointing towards him)
Simon: And the rest of the week?
(repeat first gesture)

He had me do some laps around the place, hold 3kg weights in each hand.

My hand are so sore today, along with the abs running down along the ribs... and my shoulders. He needs to pad the shoulder stops, because I wear an anti-gravity device (aka bra) and those stops really make the straps dig in.