My Therapist doesn’t listen

Why is it some people are just incapeable of listening?  I had my first therapy appointment with John  however from now on I’m going to call him Peter (you’ll see)   He is  a 40ish male, average.  Total suite kinda guy.  Doesn’t understand *working class* people.  That’s ok.  He starts to massage my ankle.  Does this hurt, over and over and over again.  No dumb ass my foot hurts (like and inch below the toes)  I explain it to him.  He doesn’t get it.  But your paper work says ankle.  Well I couldn’t care less what the paperwork says  It’s my foot and I know what hurts.   grrrrr. 

After awhile he came up with some exercises.  Hey I got a silver resistance band, so I could  practice at home.  It works fabuouls on you arms too (hehehe)  Also for snapping hubby. (evil laugh)  I choose not to explain the welt on my arse right now LOL we had quite a fight.   

 So back to Peter,   the entire time I couldn’t figure out why he kept looking at me and just not LISTENING.  As we leave the office, hubby says    he thinks its because when I dropped a dollup on vanilla yogurt on my chest this morning it kinda got into the ribbing of my shirt I forgot about it.  It was just a cute little hoodie shirt and I was comfortable.  Well it was a low cut shirt, I take that back, it was a low cut shirt when I bend over doing foot exercises …………………. PERV.   Hence his new name Peter.  They really arn’t much to look at.  I’m no Pam Anderson/Dolly Parton by far.   

 Now I’m going to do some arm exercises so I can give him a good punching by the end of my sessions.