It's Occupational!

Occupational therapy teaches you how to do pretty much anything you need to do to live your life.  Specifically, it teaches you how to do things that walkers do.  Around here, they sometimes call normal people 'walkers'.  I find the term offensive, but what can you do?  I can tell you the therapists here uniformly disagree with my use of the word 'cripple', so I guess we're even.

Lately, whenever the therapists ask me to do something a normal person would do, like open a door or push an elevator button, I say, "It's occupational!".  That makes the therapists laugh, and that makes me happy because I like to make people laugh.  It is the little things that keep me going in here.  Lord knows it is not the food.

Speaking of food, Rahalay, my occupational therapist, is going to teach me to make brownies on Friday.  Ghirardelli brownies no less.  Earlier this week, they taught me to make a bed, vacuum a carpet, and do laundry.  All good stuff to know.  All 10 times harder than it is for walkers.  I think the moral of this story is: if you visit me this weekend there very well might be brownies.

It's occupational!

Rahalay threatens to slap me if I mix lights and darks