Osler's Razor

While recovering from my broken ankle (perhaps America's most pathetic sports injury), I am undergoing some physical therapy. My assumption was that some nice lady would tell me about some exercises and then help me practice them a few times.

Wrong. The purpose of physical therapy, thus far, seems to be to completely remove my foot from the rest of my leg. We've come pretty close to accomplishing the mission, too. Today's exercises included her jerking my foot back and forth rapidly while grunting like a tennis player at Wimbledon. Other favorites have included pressing my leg with her thumb in the most painful places, and (inexplicably) tugging sharply on my big toe.

It does seem to be working, though. I love not having crutches anymore, and there has been additional healing. If she does succeed in removing the foot, I will at least have the rest of my leg in good shape...