Anya was checked into the hospital a few weeks ago on Monday to have her cast removed and start physical therapy. The first time we saw her after that was Friday. We had tried to see her on Wednesday but it was a holiday and the visiting hours were earlier, so an angry nurse chased us out the door. Who knew? As soon as we saw her, I wanted to know how much progress she had made in working the stiffness out of her leg. So, I asked her to show me how far she could bend her knee. She wouldn’t show me. It’s not like I asked once and let it go. I was a broken record, I demonstrated with my own knee. I elaborated. I started the whole process over again. We were there for and hour and a half; I bet I asked 30 times minimum. She just shrugged and said, “Potom.” Which means, later. We did convince her to hop off the bed and we helped her walk into the hall where we played Uno, but the whole night she didn’t try to bend her knee. ...
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