It's Friday ... Drive Faster Dr.

It's Friday night. I used to love Friday nights. I loved them so much that the "Friday High" would start Thursday mornings.

Has anyone ever noticed that the music sounds better on Fridays. You have the weekend to relax and unwind. The anticipation is so sweet. Especially Fridays in the fall. Your hair looks better, you feel younger, you drive a little faster.... ahhhhh how I loved Friday's. Did you catch the past-tense?

Here is how my Friday went today. I showered and managed not to get my stiches wet. Shaved what used to be beautiful, tan legs, but now one leg has a knee that resembles a faded football but hey I managed to shave around the medical tape and keep it intact. Couldn't wear jeans to work like normal but I did rebel a little and put on jean shorts and got away with it. Went to physical therapy (by the way, my therapist is so hot).

Let me back up a little. My therapist is beyond hot. Like fantasy hot. So this is why I painstakingly shaved the bionic leg. Found myself sprucing up much more than normal and that's a lot.

Okay back to today. I go to physical therapy and here comes Dr. Honey Hush... he's a beautiful man. He's smiling and tan. He tells me the bionic leg looks good. He starts with heat packs, stretches and massages the pain out of my leg and I am butter in his awesome hands.

He told me that today we would start working on slowly getting some range of motion if the knee wanna-be. Then he made me do exercises that were really painful. See I am very competitive. The 60-year old man next to me? I was running circles around him (no pun intended). He put the electrode thingys on and I am looking at the victims beside me trying to see if my electrocution therapy was set higher than the others.

Dr. Take Me Now gives me a couple new exercises to do and I am trying to impress him so I am just giving it 500% as well as trying to beat everyone around me. Now you would actually laugh if you could see what I am talking about. I am sitting on a table and my feet are resting on the floor. Dr. Sexy Eyes puts a frisbee under my foot and I have to slide my bionic leg back and forth. You will only know how hard and painful this is if you have ever gone through ACL surgery and re-hab so trust me ... it freakin hurts like hell. For someone as active as I am and in pretty good shape, this was the hardest workout of my life. So Dr. Rock Hard Arms gives me another hour of different exercises and then ices my leg down. By this time, I am almost in tears from pain. Hot, searing pain shooting down my leg. It's no stronger than a wet noodle. I was really hurting bad. Dr. Not So Hot Now says to me "So, same time tomorrow?"

Dr Hottie.... we are breaking up. Looks can only take you so far.