Hi readers. The cardiac physical therapy nurses gave me a little counselling today after they caught me cheating on their machines. I haven’t been sticking with the piddling little times and settings they give me on a piece of paper each session.
So I was boosting my walking speeds up as much as I thought I could get by with, staying longer, and when I saw them approaching I’d quickly adjust the settings. Same with the como se llama arm exercizing machine and the walking while sitting down one.
But today I saw them getting cagey, trying to use their animal cunning to outsmart me. Spang caught me trying to spend 15 minutes making circular movements with my arms instead of 10, and at heavier loads and higher speeds.
They’ve got that thing attached to me all the time, shows I-don’t-know-what, and sometimes it twigs them to tell me to pause. If it isn’t ratting me out I figure nobody else has any business being my governor.
Well heck. Those little bitty pissant things they put on the paper for me to do just ain’t where I want to be. Seems to me I ought to have some say in it. But that isn’t going to happen. “You shouldn’t even be walking around!” She scowled at me. Scowled! “You are amazing with what you were doing before you even started coming to these sessions. But you’re going to have to go slow or you’re going to be dead.”