physiotherapy

At the physiotherapy clinic today …

Physiotherapist : “Looks like your knee has been healing pretty fast. Did you exercise and stretch your leg as adviced?”

Me : “Err… yeah… I did”
[fact : exercise by stepping the clutch during traffic jam]

Physiotherapist : “Involved in sports lately?”

Me : “Hmm… yeah, I just had a game of soccer during the weekend… slight pain on my knee the next day”
[fact : drunken soccer in my banquet clothes.]

Physiotherapist : “Great. It will be painful initially… but it will be ok in a day or two. How about jogging?”

Me : “Well… I did try to jog a few days ago… no problem at all…”
[fact : I ran to my car in the carpark when I realized I was late to fetch Emily]

Physiotherapist : “Hmmm… looks good. You don’t have to come so often now. I’ll schedule you to come back in 2 weeks”

Me : *grin* “Thanks !”

Heck, I’m sure if he were to find out about the truth, he’ll probably ask to quarantine the area and get the blimp nurse to rape me. Ahaks. I’ll be goddamned for the rest of my life.