Posted by on Jul 29, 2012 in ANDY'S BLOG WITH UPDATES | 239 comments

“I hate my physical therapist.”

 

*unhhh*

 

“My therapist hates me.”

 

*gasp*

 

“She is a sadist.”

 

*grunt*

 

“Just watch and see.”

 

*ermmm*

 

“She loves to see me grimace in pain.”

 

*arrrrgh*

 

“She says my torture is my own gain.”

 

*oooof*

 

“I hate my therapist.”

 

*ugh*

 

“Can’t you see?”

 

*ack*

 

“Because of this punishment, how can she love me?”

 

*groan*

 

 

Alright, I know what you’re thinking: “Oh my goodness, that poor Aimee! She hates her therapist? What are they doing to that poor child?”

 

Not quite.

 

The above is a brief glimpse of a typical moment of rehab. I must add one important factor: Aimee loves her physical therapist.

 

During each of her physical therapy sessions, Aimee does two hundred crunches in seven minutes. Every ten crunches, Aimee is required to say a complete sentence with each repetition. Hence my rhapsodic poetic rendition, which is basically my take on what Aimee says, based on my discussion with Aimee herself.

 

At this point I have to pause and ask a simple question. How many of you can do two hundred crunches in seven minutes?

 

No, making two hundred crunching sounds while eating a bag of Cheetos does not count.

 

Wait, that’s not all. Aimee also has to do four hundred leg lifts in seven minutes, an