Wednesday, February 8, 2017

My Water Boy




May 7, 2013 10 Days Post Stroke

Ahhh, time for my second nap in my nice
soft leather reclining chair.
Ring, ring, ring, beep, voicemail.
It's Ed again. I've got to hand it
to him for persistence. If he were a
mind reader he would know I don't
want visitors. I have an idea! I'll take
him in my weight room. He'll like that
anyhow. That way I technically will
Not consider him a visitor. Brilliant,
if I say so myself which I just did! That's
Funny!

"Hey Ed.  Rich here. Can you come over
at 1:30pm?"
"Sure!"
"See you then."

Before Ed came I started doing my hand
and finger exercises:

Yeh, pull those fingers back .
Massage those toxins out of there.

'C'mon Walters squeeze that putty.
Squeeze it you wimp! That's it. Now,
open up those fingers. Again!'
'But Drill Sergeant Walters I'm getting
tired Sir!'
'Ah, poor little Private
Walters. Give Me 12 More!'
'Yes, Drill Sergeant, Sir!'
'Now, put those 4 pieces in
that baby puzzle.'
'I can't, my hand's shaking too much
Sir.'
'You Can't? Maybe I didn't hear you
right. Put Those Pieces In The Puzzle!
And Stop Shaking! And Wipe Those
Tears Off Your Face!'
'Yes, sob, Drill, sob, Sergeant,sob, Sir!'
'Now, put that Lock puzzle together.
CONCENTRATE!

KNOCK ! KNOCK!

"Hi Ed. Would you do me a favor and carry
this bucket of ice water into my gym?
I want to ice my hand in between sets.
And let's see how agile you are.
Here's the keys. Let's see if you can
unlock the door."

We both laughed!

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