Physical therapy

They whooped on me this morning, and for good reason.

Sunday morning while taking biscuits from the oven, I partially lost my balance and for a moment thought I might fall. My mind informed me that if I did fall, I would need to grab the oven racks, heated to 450 degrees F. If did not grab the oven racks, my face would make first contact. Fortunately, I regained my balance and was able to stand.

When I mentioned that to the physical therapist, he made no comment, but did add weights to some of my exercises and added two new exercises.

Whatever it takes to prevent a face plant into a hot oven.