PHYSICAL therapy Let me start off by saying I had MAJOR surgery on my ankle to completely reconstruct my torn ligaments and fuse my subtalar joint fused. I am almost two months post-op and starting today I have been able to walk for a short period of time without any form of assistance. This has been a huge issue with my own self esteem by not being able to walk and having to sit in a wheelchair. Anyway, on to the ham stories! At my physical therapy, you have to have a doctors' referral in order for them to treat you. In other words, you can't say, "wow my neck hurts, lets go to PT!" I go two or three times a week and get treated by these wonderful people who take their time and push you the right amount to get you back on your feet. When I was in there on Wednesday the person who had the bed next to me completely repulsed me; I will call her Norma because I don't know her name. Norma had an ass that had to be twice as big around as she was tall. Her calves were the size of my thighs. Her cellulite looked so much like cottage cheese, I thought I would barf. Norma came in dressed in skin tight XXXL women's gym clothes, just like these: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/290622982180939145/ This would normally be cute but on a whale it looked like a damn mess. Anyway, Norma had her list of exercises to do, including side laying leg lifts and squats. Apparently this ham beast twisted her ankle and messed up all the way to her hip. Not even two leg lifts in she starts panting like a dog. Mark, the PT, comes over to make sure she doesn't die by falling off the table that can barely support her body. She slowly and crappily does the rest of her exercises. Meanwhile, I am laying on the table just dying to be able to put my foot down and do the half assed squat she "attempted".  Norma tries to talk to Mark, but he shuts her down every time. She asks questions that have absolutely nothing to do with his profession, and I know he was getting pissed off. So instead, he asked me what things I couldn't wait to get back to exercise wise. I told him, "I miss swimming the most, but a slippery surface would probably not be the best choice." He laughed and started to comment about when I would be able to go swimming but Norma interrupted him: "Oh I am just the the best at swimming! I am so fast! Plus I can float super easy! I know lots of people who just can't do the floating! I don't even need a raft!" Mark and I shared a look but neither of us responded to her comment. We went back to discussing my progress and how I was getting along before icing down my ankle and signing off for Norma to leave. Fatties take every fucking thing for granted. I would love to be able to waddle out of the PT office, but instead I have to wheel myself out. Take care of your damn body and be glad you fucking have it. TL;DR: Fatty is fat. Fails her "exercises" and brags how she can float. Clearly she doesn't know that fat is less dense than muscle and therefore, floats. Take care of your damn bodies.