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.
Why? Because, in the long run, it will be good for me. But right now, today, after seeing Meg, then Simon (exercise and physio therapists) I feel as if I have been dropping in a food processor equipped with blunt blades.
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.
She's recovered from COVID, but still has a bit of brain fog. Told her I fully understand the brain fog. She might have occasional brain fog (looking at paperwork, knowing she knows what to do, but at the same time confused by it all) but she worked my asterisk off. My butt is so sore.
And guess what? I get to do it again Monday!
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.
My ass hurts. That being typed, I can also say I don't have another session on Friday, as Meg tested positive for COVID. As much as my ass hurts, this stop and go (dare I say) exercise routine leaves much to be desired.
I'm supposed to be going twice a week, but lately it's been once a week. I'm tired of having to start over from almost the beginning. I don't fault Meg for getting sick; life happens. Do the exercises at home, you say? I can't. I don't have the equipment. I do what I can to mimic them, but without the resistance training devices, I'm at a standstill.
Hey Skype; I didn't ask for, request your Bing chat bot, or Skype chat bot to be attached to my Skype account/window. It's bad enough you turned the desktop program into a mobile phone look-a-like.
