Me: "So, you're saying I walk like an elephant?"
PT: "Yes."
But I'm getting ahead of the story, let's backtrack a bit...
Since my foot has been broken for a year. Yes, you read that correctly, 1 year, 365 days, 8 765.81277 hours, in other words, a long time. With the inactivity and not being able to use my left foot, I have loss of function. Those two little piggies at the end just don't want to play anymore.
So the other day I visited a physical therapist to see what exercises can be done to regain full use of my foot. During the evaluation he had me walk across the room.
Me: (Walks across the room and apparently causing the walls to shake and windows rattle.)
PT: "Wow, you walk really loud. You'll never make it as a cat burglar."
Me: "Oh, man. And I was really hoping to get into that line of work. So, you're saying I walk like an elephant?"
PT: "Yes."
At least he didn't say my butt looks like an elephant's, considering I haven't been able to exercise for over a year...
