Yeah, baby. That’s what I want…
Corn dogs!!!
How’d they break two ribs? Didn’t they know where the kidney was and how to get to it? Beck, you need to get out of that place and get back home.
Clarence would love to nurse you back to health! He wants taco drippings as pay.
We seriously need some boots on the ground in Arkansas to get that lady some Sonic corn dogs.
Beck, feel better!
Do you want to kill her??? Too much Salt! Sonic: Home of the Salt Lick Hot-dog
Jesus, that place is nasty!
Awww. You are worried for me.
Don’t worry @Gatopescado,I’ll be careful.
I loves me some corn dogs.
But, seriously I’d give my left kidney for bacon.
Oh…wait. I don’t have one.
If you’re feeling terminally bored, try Jigidi, which is a place where people create and post jigsaw puzzles to solve. You can kill many hours and accomplish. . .well. . .nothing, really.
The three tacos smuggled in by Lil Wrekker–I sure hope they weren’t those dinky-ass things that Jack in the Box is featuring now! Those things are about the size of a fifty-cent piece (remember those?), yet they have the same number of calories/fat grams/salt that a full-growed taco has.
Note to Lil Wrekker: if the doctor sends your mom back to Brunhilda, the Physical Torturer, I mean, Therapist, find out what the daily limit of Sonic Corn Dogs is. Cut those beasties into little pieces, and use them to motivate her through therapy.
Tell the doctor you’re doing a research paper on Skinner.
~VOW
I hear you. I had to rehab my shoulder. Yeah, in the short run, those were some painful exercises. In the long run, I have almost full use of my arm. It takes a special type to be successful as a physical therapist. You have to be able to cause pain, knowing it’s good for them in the long run; you have to keep a friendly banter going to help distract them from the pain.
Now I’m imagining Son-of-a-Wreck or one of the little Wreckers holding a corndog nugget up in the air -
“OK, sit pretty! Sit pretty! Good girl!”
When Beck had her first kidney removed, her PT was only missing the black corset, high heeled boots, and riding crop. She even ADMITTED to Beck her goal was to make her patients cry!
Beck’s therapy ended only because of COVID shutting down that part of the hospital.
I have survived PT in the past because I give the therapists evil villain names: Cruella, Maleficent, Dracula, Snidely Whiplash…
I renamed two kids Boris and Natasha, and they were too young to know who those people were.
Sob, sob!
~VOW
I had pets named Boris and Natasha.
I have nothing but good things to say about my therapists. Yeah, it hurt. yeah, there were a lot of times where they made me do things I didn’t want to do. But, if it was REAL PAIN, they stopped in an instant.
More bad, bad, bad Beck, please.
Glad to see you’ve been posting.
I will be very angry to hear that a PT made our Becky cry on purpose.
I had my first visit with the rehab folks today.
They seemed nice enough.
I’ll either move over there Monday or go home and do rehab outpatient.
The rehab doesn’t usually transport to dialysis centers.
So I’m in the middle of waiting on them to decide what to do unless I throw a wrench in works and make my own plan.
Not only am I sick, bed bound, pissed off and live so far out that driving to a rehab and dialysis center that are in completely different towns/directions as to not be workable, I gotta figure this out myself.
Let’s not discuss the healthcare problems in the USA.
I’ll be happy to be anywhere but here. So there’s that.
We’ll see how it goes.
Glad to see you back, up and around, Beck! Keep on posting! {{{Hugs}}} 
(In this covid time, an internet hug is about the only kind you can get. 
Those are fine with me.
I’ve been living in a standoffish way oh, I don’t know…about forever!
I’m a bit of a germaphobe.
Kind and sweet virtual hugs mean a lot to me.
So do you Dopers.
My heart is full.
I always find it weird to see someone posting in the U.S. when it’s already (almost) 9 am here in Switzerland.
And I’ll agree the U.S. healthcare needs improvement, especially for patient care.
{{Beck}}
Rejoice, one and all! Our beloved Beck is BACK!
She’s already bitching about the bad bad bad: patient care, rehab, dialysis, the rocks in her bed, the crappy food, and the major lack of her four-legged family members.
Okay, I added a few with my own imagination. But I am entirely positive that she could use some doggy lovin’s from Bayliss.
I bet she even misses the daily complaint serenade from those Meezers!
Suggestion: move to Rehab, and draft a roster of “volunteers” to take you to Dialysis.
Work your cute butt off in Rehab, and SLEEP through Dialysis. But always keep a rolled-up puzzle book at hand to swat off rude nurses.
Welcome back, Beck, Dearest. Dopersville has missed you tremendously!
~VOW
In Beck’s honor, I walked to Sonic and had a corn dog for lunch.