great moments in physical therapy
While in New York, I accompanied my mom on her various rehab sessions: speech therapy, occupational therapy, and, of course, physical therapy. Pre-stroke, my mom was not a stranger to mild cursing. She couldn't hold a candle to my potty mouth, but obviously I learned my tricks somewhere!
Post-stroke, however, I've only heard her curse twice. In almost 9 months. So it felt really good, kind of a return to normalcy, to witness the following exchange, while mom was practicing a muscle control movement:
Physical therapist: No plopping! Sit like a lady.
Mom: Awwww, shit!
