Whenever I give an ass massage with a stern lecture on the negative economic consequences of tariffs or occasionally the merits of timing a network of traffic lights.
All the extra coding?
CMC fnord!
Did you at least get a happy ending?
I don’t care about your intentions. The ends justify the means.
What kind of a crack was that?
For pretty much the entire thread, I’ve been going “Ah, that guy got whooshed…oh wait…oh, I see it now!”
Me toot.
I sympathize. I can’t stand it when I get a lesson in how good god is while the chick is ripping a strip of wax off my ass crack.
In Australia, people *cared *whose ass it was, and *why *it was farting.
Hmm, come to think of it, she did say my diagnosis was that I talk like a fag, and my shit’s all retarded . . .
It’s embarrassing, really.
When you’ve got a free moment, could you do me a favor and jam your testicles in the toaster? That would be awesome, thank you so much.
[sub]Not that the rest of the puns in this thread aren’t terrible, but this is the only one that filled me with murderous rage. So…well done, I guess. You monster.[/sub]
Do you know the difference between peanut butter and jam?
I can’t peanut butter my testicles into your toaster.
Unauthorized Cinnamon You could very easily just tell her that politics makes you tense. Clench your muscles in that area every time she brings it up. 
She shouldn’t be talking about that kind of thing in a session anyway.
On the other hand though, it’s possible that the healthcare system in Australia isn’t that friendly to PT.
It’s worth a try.
:eek: There is absolutly nothing in that sentance that sounds plesant.
This thread immediately hit rock bottom. :smack:
My coworkers are all looking at me now because I just cracked up at this!
My husband is an Australian PT who has worked in both Australia and here in the U.S. (and trained in Australia). He very much prefers the healthcare system in Australia, both for his personal needs and as a therapist. There, people generally have physios they see as soon as they need care. Twist your ankle in a weekend footie match? Call your physio on Monday and they’ll treat you. You don’t need to be referred by a GP or orthopaedic doctor. He liked the fact that he got to see people right away instead of weeks after the injury occurred. I couldn’t give you exact details about payment issues, but from what I remember him saying about the practice he worked for in Australia is that people paid cash ($50/visit a couple years ago) and dealt with Medicare (the national health system) or their private insurance themselves. I know that here he’s constantly worried for patients because they have high co-pays or they’re struggling with their insurance companies.
Regarding the political talk, I also know that my husband talks about all sorts of stuff with his patients, including politics. He comes from the opposite viewpoint as UC’s PT, and he comes home with all sorts of stories about the conversations he’s had (he doesn’t divulge confidential information). Last week, someone gave him the new Glenn Beck book to read. He’s had Bibles given to him, people ask him what church he goes to, and many conversations about health care and other political issues. He tries to feel people out before he gets into it and he’s a pretty easygoing, tactful guy, but a lot of his patients do like to talk about that stuff and when you’re seeing people several times a week, sometimes for months, you do tend to have a different relationship with them than you do in other professional situations.
I had a similar situation when I was buying ice cream. The store owner was just chatting about how her daughter was going to apply for medical school, but she (the owner) didn’t think it was worth it to become a doctor these days because 'With Obama in office socialized medicine is coming and doctors won’t be payed hardly anything anymore."
Just sell me the ice cream and stop the politics.
The correct response to his statement is to cry out “From your lips to God’s ears!” with great and genuine enthusiasm. The genuiner the better.