Hand to God ...
In discussing with Hunk how the Physical Therapist is due to arrive at 9 today, hearing him balk at participating in any more of "that crap," and trying to explain the benefits -- how it was basically just directed exercise, designed to strengthen and improve his balance so that he is less prone to having a fall and breaking a bone -- Bitchy got fairly bitchy arguing that he was too "going to do whatever they tell you!"
Furthermore, she said, "I'm not going to be burdened by having to wheel you around in a wheelchair or anything like that. You're going to move yourself!"
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