Not Yet Ready

This the results after my cuz took all my money on the golf course.

The day he left, I had physical therapy.  One look at my knee and the therapist ask me what happened.  (The knee was a bit more swollen than normal.)  I told her I may have abused my knee a little because my cuz and his wife were in town and we entertained them.

From our more than one conversation over the last month telling her how frustrated I've been, asking her when I would be able to get out more and play golf, the first thing she asked was, "Did you play golf?".  Of course, I was brave and took the high road responding, "I can not answer that question on the grounds it may incriminate me".

So after a limited set of exercises, she used a solid cup of ice and applied it directly on my knee for five minutes.  I think she enjoyed this, since it caused me some discomfort.  She then wrapped my knee in a cold pact and zapped me with electronic pulses.  After which she tapped my knee to help reduce the swelling and told me I was not yet ready for prime time.

So what is the moral of this story?  ... "It's not worth losing your rent and beer money, and incur the wrath of your physical therapist. One or the other would be acceptable, but not both."