More Words of Wisdom from Lola

An occupational physical therapist (PT) stopped by today to check on Lola. When she first walked in, I informed her that Lola has not been doing all of the necessary exercises. She has a tendency to say she's too tired and that she doesn't have to play with the silly putty. The PT said it would be fine, but had to grab something out of her car and would be back.

While she was out, Lola peeked around the corner to the front door to make sure the PT was gone. She looked at me, pointed to the silly putty, and said, "Don't tell her about that [silly putty]." I blew it and let her know I already did. She shook her head in anger and screamed, "What did I tell you about lying!?!?!?"

Later on during the session, Lola started digging into the PT's personal life asking if she had kids, how old they were and if they were married. After telling us that she has a 24 year old son who is married to an older woman, Lola was silent for about 30 seconds before saying, "It's OK. As long as she can reproduce, it's OK."

Did I mention she was hysterical last night after telling me that I looked like a maharajah with a towel on my head? The woman could not stop laughing. The things she gets away with never fail to shock me.