My Single Mom Life

For Pt. Blargh.
But, today he said I could bring in a cd to listen to over the facilities speakers.
See, they listen to this god awful station that's a mix of 80's, some 70's and some current, but it's all soft rock. Like sleepy pop crap.
I tease Bill every single time about the music because he works there and by association, he now knows most of that music and he sings it.
Mariah. Freaking. Carey.
*bang*
So guess what I'm bringing? haahah
TOOL, 10,000 days.
Hahahahah!

Bill and I have these talks about music all the time while I'm doing my PT. He's amazed I know so many bands, yes, even the crappy ones that I'm forced to listen to while there.
I was joking with him that the real reason I was doing PT was so that in May, I am good enough to go in the mosh pit at the TOOL concert.
He was all no freaking way! I can't let you do that, not with your back that way.
I said chillax man, I'm joking. My general admission moshing days are long gone. I have tickets in the seating area of the Sundome.
But I still might stand up and throw some horns.
He looked at me like I was a bit nuts.
He's about my age and is quite the funny guy, although completely useless with computers.
He wanted to see my before and after xrays of my back, so I burned them to disc and brought them in yesterday for him to see.
He goes, "How do I play this?"
Uh, what?
I had to go over to his comp, pop the disc in and run it for him. Good thing I burned it as a slide show, he probably wouldn't have had a clue how to scroll through them.
I don't mean to pick on him, but he was, still is, a jock.
He is always talking sports and baseball, and I just sit there and go uh huh, that's nice.
He asked if I played any fantasy sports games. I told him fantasy sports leagues are like Dungeons and Dragons for jocks.
Ha!
I admit, when PT is over, I will miss his bad jokes and teasing him to death. He's a great guy, it's not his fault I hate physical therapy, I just hate wasting 2 hours out of my day to peddle a hand bike.
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Off to brush my teeth and throw my hair up.
I'll reply to comments and emails when I get back.
Later days.