Argh! Nngh!
The first "expletive" is because: On me and Ma's fist appointment with our physical therapist (guy, 'coz the girl's on leave) Ma decided to use my room for the session. I opened the windows to let the air in (as the PT smelled a little ripe). When I left the room a sudden cloudburst kicked in. When I went back to the room the floor and cabinet by the window (along with part of the couch, the coffe table and the fan) was soaked. Apparently "Twight" (yes, that's the PT's name) had trouble closing the windows and Ma couldn't help since she was hooked to some device. Lame as the excuse sounds, the damage was done. The floor was water-resistant, but not the cabinet. Water damage set in and now it looks like the way it did before: wrinkly and just plain bad.
The second "expletive" was for the workout regiment Twight gave me for strengthening my knees. Oy, once again muscles I never knew existed tightened and strained. I believe it may be the first time my calves are gonna be sore by tomorrow.
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