From a Crutches Point of View: Episode 2

Are you ready? Psh I don't know if I even am...but, I am cause, I was there.

We've got some new characters here people, exciting, I know.

This new gal, which I'm not even sure if she will remember being there...let's just say I have nicknamed her: XANNYBARbara. Her eyes would literally only stay open for minutes at a time, when the physical therapist were first setting her up with her hot pack her head kept cocking back (cocking back? Ya I'm keepin it) and smacking the book shelf that was right behind her. I noticed someone eventually put a pillow behind her head, she POPPED up (just like she did her pills earlier) and  said in  an extremely loud voice, "YA I'M TIRED." No one was looking or talking to her at that time so it seemed like she had turrets. We made eye contact, I was shocked her eyes were still open by this time, and I half-smiled just like the purple lady does to me. One thing I always notice about people is the way they walk, and boy does she have a little shuffle going on, she never picks up her feet! I wonder what she would do if she came across stairs..hmm probably sleep on them. I later heard her mention she suffers from sleep apnea, but then I notice her hopping in her car after her appointment and drives away. Hmmm....

 Bra-less Back Babbler: Her boobs, no joke, are down to her belly button. No bra, nips hard, of course. Might of been the Wendy's frosty she had in her hand contributing but when she put that and her purse down next to me she was sure to let me know I could have some. No, thank you miss, and if I had an extra bra...I'd shoot one your way. She never stopped talking. Chatting with me the most...

"Ohh you look athletic, how'd you hurt your knee?"

 "You look young, did you mention you graduated college? Where?"

"How's my frosty doing (insert obnoxious laugh here)"

"Today has been rough, this is my second back surgery I'm going to rehab for..."

"Ya, the boredom gets to me too..but some things I do to keep me busy are..." ETC. 

 Our appointments are only an hour, but this day felt like weeks long. If I didn't know better I would have assumed night has come and gone due to sleeping Xannybarbara over there.

Purple Lady: She's back, and oh YES she's back in full head-tilting to one side half-smiles back. This time she was wearing an all purple shirt with grape vines all over it. On the top front in all caps it reads: "MERLOT" in shiny purple stones. I turned to her in the middle of her reading my soul and asked, "So is Merlot your favorite?" She replied, "Oh their all good." I agreed, annnd that was the end of that. I was afraid if I said anything further she would have invited me over for a glass later.

Something tells me this is only the beginning of the weird cookey relationships I will discover during my long weeks of physical therapy.