Doc just called. MRI showed no new injuries. Just more physical therapy. I promised I would work really hard and I will!
When I went to PT today, Erin was working on another patient across the room. I was wearing pants and a jacket over shorts and a t-shirt, so I was taking off my jacket when she said she heard I’d hurt my knee.
“It was playing basketball wasn’t it?” She said it in a tone like she knew I was going to push myself stupidly.
She, Sarah (her assistant…the girl who’s always staring at me shellshocked) and her patient were all watching me.
I realized I was about to take off my pants with everyone watching so I said, “I guess my punishment can be taking off my pants while you all watch.” Then I yanked them down and kicked them off.
They erupted in laughter like they couldn’t believe what’d just happened. Erin turned bright red and was speechless, then laughed so hard, she collapsed onto the table with her face in her arm. Did I mention Erin likes the ladies?
“That’s one way to make me blush,” she finally said.
“I take making people blush as a compliment so thank you,” I said. “We should all hang out. This train is leaving for California soon, and Sarah’s been wanting to know what Night Julia’s like, so we should hang out and hit some tequila.” Yes, it’s this again. I’m going to hang out with lesbians. It’s something I have to do before I leave. I can already feel a memory to be, waiting in the wings.
They were all enthusiastic but Sarah, ever so practical, said, “Maybe we should wait until she’s not a patient.”
“No, it’s fine!” Erin said, even though she’s technically the boss.
“There’s nothing more professional than tequila,” I said.