I complain a lot

I came to the realization that humor is how I cope with pain. That and crying like a little girl occasionally. Yesterday I was fifteen minutes late to physical therapy because I got stuck behind every school bus in two counties on the way there. When I arrived my therapist skipped the heat and went right into the exercises. The fucking painful ones. I asked her if that was my punishment for being late. She said it was incentive for coming early. I don't see the logic. Next I moved to a ridiculous exercise where I was supposed to walk my fingers up the wall. I was still sniffling (shameful!) at this point and she asked if I needed a tissue and if I had allergies. I said, "Yes, I'm allergic to pain."