I like it when I get to be out on the machines. I hurt like a bastard afterwards, but it's nice to be out in the main room with other people instead of curtained off in my little space like a CDC reject. And, if you don't know, I like being with people because I'm a trouble-maker.
Monday I joined forces with the lady on the treadmill next to me to heckle poor Dennis until he started yelling "PT does NOT stand for 'pain 'n' torture!' It stands for 'pleasant training'!!!"
Today I was on my little arm-bike watching some poor sucker push a big wooden frame with a little weight right in the middle of it back and forth (and back and forth). After a few trips he called over to another regular patient; "Hey! I touched the floor with a finger today!" The other guy laughs a couple times and then says "Aw, that's nothing. I touched the floor twice. But I was lying on it at the time." They both had a good laugh and the pusher gasps out "Hey, but I didn't tell you what position I was in when I touched it." At this point I could not help piping up as well - "Man, I usually don't hear this kind of talk unless alcohol is involved!" They both lost it.
We'll see if they let me out of my cage on Monday.