I DID IT! I DID IT!

I was at the physical therapist’s, sitting in my scooter. I had finished all of the torture, er, exercises that I usually do, and the therapist was deciding what I should do next. He concluded that I should try some knee bends. (Note that I did NOT say ‘deep knee bends’.) So he wanted me to stand once more. He fastened a belt around my waist to assist me to get up. I had to supply some of the energy by pushing off of the steering gear on the scooter. And up I went. “How much of that was you?” I asked. “None,” he replied, “you did it all on your own.” I DID? That quite startled me!

When I finished, and scootered out to the van, I told Cliff about it, and that I wanted to try it again. And I did -- get up without help, that is. It happened yet a third time when after some shopping, I once again picked myself up from the scooter. I cannot really describe how good that felt! This is why I am exercising. Now this is just the beginning. The scooter steering gear is some inches higher than where I sit, and that gives me some leverage. When I can stand by pushing off the chair in which I am sitting, I will be much farther along.

Humor -

Three women are having lunch. One says, "My son is a Bishop, and when he walks into a room, everyone says 'Your Grace' ".

The next woman says, "My son is a cardinal, and when he walks into a room, everyone says 'Your Excellancy' ".

The third woman, a little Jewish lady, says, "My son is six foot four, very handsome, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and when he walks into a room, all the women say, 'Oh my God!'"