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My mother is a physical therapist, infact so am I.
I may not have a framed degree on my wall, practice physical therapy, or have a graduation tassle... but I was there. I may have also been 2... but I was there.
Physical Therapy, medical terminology and being continually reminded to "BEND AT THE KNEES NOT AT THE BACK" have been so intergrated into who I am, that the little things go right past me.
One afternoon my husband, Bubba and I were "in the neighborhood" and stopped by my Mom's clinic to say hi. We must have been there a good hour, chasing Alexis around and playing ball.
Later that evening after dinner and play time, things were winding down. When suddenly my husband looks to me and asks... very matter of fact...
"Honey, why does your mother have a GIGANTIC ear?"
Ladies and gentlemen... it must have been hours before I could hold myself together without a giggle or snort. I knew immediately what he meant... I just couldn't get to the point were looking at him, wouldn't send me into another 10 rounds of giggling.
My Mother's "GIGANTIC ear" was a model she used to show her patients about balance.
Physical Therapy... the ear... balance... ROUND ONE!
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and rudeness
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Monday, August 21, 2006
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That is a very good question!!
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Brenda
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August 22, 2006 7:03 AM
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