Awkward Therapy

I've been going to a Physical  Therapist of late who is truly wonderful and nice and is actually helping!  Remember when I went to the chiropractor for my persistent hip and back pain?  Yeah, well, that didn't work.  Shocking, right!?

 

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The only thing that is awkward about my Physical Therapist, besides the fact that I am the only person in the office under 50 and not there for hip replacement rehabilitation, is that we have exact opposite senses of humor. 

 

He is a very wholesome 50-60 something man who makes jokes about things that I have literally never even heard of.  I'm imagining that he is to me what Will and Grace is to a straight man (i.e., does not translate.  At all). 

 

That's totally fine except for the fact that his jokes are not rhetorical.  He will make a joke that I totally don't get (talk radio for example), then instead of allowing me to give him a courtesy laugh and move on, he will say something like, "Do you know what I mean?"  And then I just have to say no.  And then intense awkwardness ensues. 

 

It doesn't help that while we are having these awkward conversations I'm twisting a broom stick over my head and sweating through my work shirt.  (I've been going during lunch and going straight back to work.)  On a side note, yesterday he actually asked me, "Do you actually wear that to work or do you have some more professional shoes that you put on after you leave?"  I really wear this to work.  But apparently I should rethink my footwear!

 

On the bright side, it's helping!  I haven't had pain all week which is a small miracle to me.  And he is one of the nicest people I've ever met and I love him so much for making me feel better.  If only we could giggle about the same things!