(Or – don’t do your pre-op appointment with your sister because y’all think alike and there’s going to be trouble.)

My sister Karon and I went to my pre-op appointment together. 

This is to assure that questions get asked and necessary information is garnered because between the two of us, somebody will remember to ask or take note.

So first part was with the rehab guy.  We’re reviewing what I will need post surgery – like a walker, grab bars and shower chair, how will I get up from the toilet, etc.

He shows us how to properly walk with the walker.  Great.

Then he’s got the walker in front of him and he’s a little bit squatted down and says, and I quote, “If you’re making a big turrrrrr……”

Both of us break out giggling, which quickly escalates to outright guffaws.

He tries to keep on going …”turn, making a big turn.” 

This does not help.

 I tell him he needs to stop until we can get under control; which we eventually do.

Yes, we both have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy.

And I swear, he does not have a clue why we are laughing.

You get it right? 

Please tell me, it’s not just me and my sister (and my nephew Kaden to whom we later related the story).