Happy Friday all! First off, let's get this out of the way: YES, there is crying in PT. But this wee was especially frustrating for me. We know I generally only cry when I'm angry, so you know if I was crying in PT on Tuesday, I was in a rage. Everything just built up to a boiling point. Here's a countdown of five reasons why I cried in PT on Tuesday.
5) My recently replaced right knee.
Not really a problem except that it's not 100% and will never be 100% and it seems like I lost all of last year to this knee and now I've lost my inspiration to write since this knee was replaced. Is there where my creativity lived? In my now defunct right knee?
4) My left knee.
My left knee needs to be replaced. We've known this for a while. It's just that now, since April, it's not responding to injections and it's starting to hurt in the way my right knee did last year.
3) My hands and feet.
My hands and feet are riddled with arthritis and hurt quite often, but since the first thaw this year they've been swollen and painful in spite of my usual treatments. I hate spring, it always triggers the worst in my hands and feet. I'm like one of those Biblical guys they were always carrying around on mats in the New Testament.
No, seriously, I would LOVE IT if my friends could carry me right to Jesus to get healed!
2) My right ear.
See the blog from Wednesday. Here's the link Let's just say I'm suffering, once again, at the hands of incompetent medical folk who take my deductible and run over and over again.
1) My left shoulder.
This is a workman's comp thing. It's why I'm in PT right now anyway. I got hurt at work. I'm going to PT like a good girl. I don't mind PT, it's just that it hurts and the exercises hurt and I'm terrified this shoulder is going to mean something more than just a few sessions with my buddy, Bill, the PT guy.
So it all built up, all the pain I've got going on. I can't sleep, because I normally sleep on my left side. But that's my painful shoulder. I can't sleep on my right side because my ear drain blood and puss and the towel I cover my pillow with keeps slipping. I can't hear much at work, so that's a pain in the rump. My knees hurt so walking is a problem, but that's fine because if I did walk more my feet would scream more.
Do you get what's happening here? Frustration overload!
Now Bill, my PT guy, is a gem. He did my PT for my knee. I love him, and not just because his office is a four-minute drive from my house. He's patient, he's willing to try pretty much anything. But...this shoulder might have him stumped. So when I came in crying on Tuesday, he suggested we turn things up a notch and I go to the ortho guys.
You remember the ortho guys. The ones who neglected to ask if I snored and therefore nearly killed me with anesthesia during my knee surgery. You want to send me there?
In Bill's defense, he does believe in the whole, "there's no crying in PT." He's wrong, but that's what he believes.
We went through our exercises and Bill's promised to not mention the ortho guys again unless absolutely necessary. Stay tuned...
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