Join me, won't you, as I wallow for a bit?
My physical therapist is giving me a complex. Is he supposed to do that? Is that included in his list of services?
I was hoping to just get this shoulder pain treated, but apparently the rest of me is in complete shambles. It's a wonder that I'm ambulatory. The first thing he observed, as every medical professional I have ever seen or walked by or made out with wants to tell me, is that my shoulders are hunched forward. Yes, I know, and you know what? They've always been like that, and there's apparently nothing I can do about it. I am a freak. There, are you happy? Are you satisfied, medical professionals of the world? I have freaky narrow shoulders that are bizarrely tipped forward. I thought it was a likeable slouch, but apparently it is WRONG and CRAZY and needs to be TSK-TSKED over.
And that's not all!
"Did you know that your torso is twisted over to one side?" the therapist asks.
I sigh. I actually did know that. "It's come up," I said.
"Does your back hurt?"
"Sort of. Yes. Pretty much always." I like to just not think about it, Physical Therapist Guy, but now that you're reminding me, OW. THANKS.
Then:
"Your right hip is twisted, as well."
"That might be because of the, uh, club foot."
"You have a club foot?"
"Well, I did, at least that's what they called it, but they treated it when I was little. So now it's okay."
He frowns. "Except it's thrown off your entire right side."
"I'm sorry," I murmur. Why am I apologizing?
Then he tries to twist my neck in some sort of impossible direction.
"Ow."
"That hurts?"
No, ow is my mantra. "Yup."
"Your neck is extraordinarily stiff. I could only move it this much. " He shows me a tiny increment with his two fingers. "I should be able to move it this much," he says, and swivels his head 360 degrees. (I exaggerate, but less than you might think.)
Well, kudos. Aren't you nimble! I will call you Mr. Nimbles! "Wow," I say.
"Yeah. That's a problem."
And it is only the beginning of my problems. The biggest one is that, after seeing him four times, after having been manipulated and stretched and prodded and told how stiff and inflexible I am, the pain in my arms is worse than ever. "Your body's not healing itself," he tells me. Then he takes my blood pressure, which is, according to him, alarmingly low. Technically I shouldn't be alive. All my blood should be pooling around my ankles—my freaky ankles.
I'm supposed to go for blood tests, because, I don't know, he's concerned about my liver? Honestly I stopped listening after a while. I should probably just go to someone else, someone who'll make me feel not quite so misshapen and hopeless. He's not saying things I didn't already know, so I can't blame him entirely. But no one else has made me feel quite so unfixable.
He also told me not to eat too much sugar, because it will impede my healing. But really, after you make me feel that bad, you think I'm not going to go home and eat cookies? Well, you don't know everything, Mr. Body Smarts Guy.










December 16, 2008
Reader Comments (97)
Now a good PT will definitely point out the issues you've got, but there are ways to do that without making you feel like a failure. Also, a good PT will (should) spend a ton of time with you on the intake process getting a complete history beyond the current issue. And you should be upfront about your entire medical history. Think of it as cathartic - you get to blurt out ALL that stuff all at once. I agree with those who are concerned that your PT is acting like an MD, and doubly agree with those suggesting you look into therapeutic massage.
Fingers crossed that you find the right caregiver.
Good luck.
He's probably trying to be helpful and maybe he plans on working with you over time to get you all better but sheesh! What an alarmist. Also, he's not helping. So basically, he sucks and you should go see someone else and forget all about this dude.
It's bad manners to make a person feel physically defective. And bad medicine.
What did finally work was a chiropracter. I resisted going for a long time, but finally was at the end of my rope and went. I felt better the very first day. My shoulders felt like I was carrying a 20lb baby around on them 24/7. Suddenly that baby was lifted off of my shoulders. I went back 4-5 times and have been fine ever since. Of course they want you to come back weekly but I do not have enouhg hours in a day for that, when I feel fine.
Real curious if you were in a car accident where you were rear ended.
Anyway I love going to PT and working hard to get better, it's sort of like going to the gym. If you are not enjoying the process then you really should find a new PT.
That is all
I was referred for foot pain, and ended up being laughed at as he told me about the 7 things wrong with my feet and gait. Congenital, mind you. He did *not* address my bad walking habits, just talked about how I should have had corrective surgery 30 years ago, and how now it was surgery or at least a custom insole. I finally told him he didn't have to laugh at me since after all, we all had to live with the body we were given. He did apologize, but what an ass. He thought he was going to impress me with how screwed up my body was? Duh, yeah, I have a few more things to add to that list.
Ozma said it: "It's bad manners to make a person feel physically defective. And bad medicine." So could we get some *practical* solutions without the bad feelings? I'm sorry this guy felt compelled to tsk tsk over you.
Sounds like your PT is a flake. He suggested that low blood pressure causes you not to heal!?! This does not sound like an accepted medical assessment or conclusion. My guess is that he reads weird esoteric new age nonsense that does not pass scientific muster and spouts his ideas off on people that are in a vulnerable place. I can't stand that this happens!
Most other practitioners would conclude that you were very healthy and lucky that your blood pressure is so low... Bully for you and your heart health! Stop putting yourself ina vulnerable place and find someone that could help.
Two words: yoga and acupuncture.
Seriously. Will work wonders for you.
DAMNIT. No wonder "depression hurts."
*crams more chocolate in mouth*