So who wants a chuckle? Today I begin therapy to "work thru" the whole, never going to walk again thing. Now i'm not a big fan of therapy, I don't care for having someone ask how i feel, i'm more of the shut up and deal type. (pragmatic soul I am). Since we live out in the middle of nowhere, they had some scramble to find a place that takes the insurance. Finally they give me the place name, so I called last week. It's a recovery center. Yep, they're sending me to REHAB for therapy. the conversation went like this:
"what do you need to be seen for?"
"therapy"
"yes, what type of therapy?"
" uhhh, mential? the physical therapy is elsewhere"
"Are you on any drugs, or medications?"
"Yes i''m on (8 pills)"
"oh, so prescription drug addiction, ok"
"uhh no....."
Took 2 mins to explain I wasn't an addict, but they were the cloest place the insurance covered. I still don't know if they get it.