Hey 50!

Went to physical therapy today and I'm loving it.  Well, not loving it but kind of.  As I walked in I promptly started my exercises.  Hate them!  It's not hard, just annoying and I'm wondering how much of this I could do or should be doing at home.  So I was doing those "fun" exercises when one of the girls that was getting a massage (I'm assuming a deep tissue) starts screaming.  I kind of giggled.  Then she started screaming again and started laughing.  I started laughing cause I can feel her pain.  It's hard to explain it but when he digs in, the pain is so out of control painful but then it feels good.  So you scream but then you laugh.

I'd say about 30 min in, he called me over and said ok Jen, your turn.  I sat on the massage table as he came over.  He sat on his chair next to the table and I said: "What's up 50?"  He looked at me strange and said: "50?".  Ya, 50 shades of Grey.  That's so you....50 shades of Andrew.  He started laughing. His place reminds me of the red room of pain.  His is the white room of pain.  It's just a silly comparison that gets me through the hour.  And humor gets me through the day.

So as I lay on the table he digs in and sure enough I holler.  Nice and loud.  Oh that hurts.  He's in a mood today.  First the other girl, now me.  Yup, that's my 50!