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Originally Posted by chumbucket
Too late now. I'm back home. Best I can hope for now is a cute visiting nurse or physical therapist.
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One snowy night many moons ago I snapped my femur like a matchstick...lotta beer, deep snow, truck inner-tube, long rope and jeep...bad combination...couple of weeks of traction, surgery, then PT...my therapist was actually a pretty good lookin' brunett...1st session. she's BENDIN' my leg at the knee and IT DON'T WANNA BEND but she's bendin' it anyway applying her body weight in a downward fashion...between her and gravity, I'm reachin a pain level usually confined to the dungeons of medievil castles, BUSTIN' a sweat and leavin fingerprints embossed into the vinyl pad I'm sittin on and I'm like, oh baby, yer KILLIN' me here..stop, stop, no harder, harder...and then thru the worst of it, I blurted out; Will you marry me so we can do this EVERY NIGHT!!...we got tickled and started laughin...eveybody around, PTs and other patients ROF...she and I dated for a while, but it didn't last...thankfully cuz that lady just loved inflicting heavy doses of pure PAIN...
