Ah ok. So, when I said "this has been awful" I was not referring to that PT session; I was referring to the whole process up to that point. Now, "worked for 10 minutes," that is not a normal PT session; a normal session is one hour. I have no idea how they billed my insurance company, but that is the least of my worries at this point!
I CAN tell you, I was not allowing them to touch me at all. So they had to describe what they wanted me to do and I would try and do it. I was trying to control my own pain, so if I was in tears, I don't know if it was tears from pain or from being scared and overwhelmed. At that point, moving at all still had me crying. Getting in and out of bed to take the walker to the bathroom - which was right next to my bed - had me crying. EVERYTHING had me crying.
I was sitting on the bed , first I had to get my heel down on the floor, then trying to move / slide my foot back closer to me, and that had me in tears. This was the only time I worked with Irina, she was the PT who would set a paper towel on the floor, so I could slide my foot; I was wearing those socks with the skid treads on them, to prevent falls, so my foot would not slide unless the paper towel or something else was under it. We were not even leaving my room at that time, it was too much for me even with the walker. I still had to have 2 CNAs help me to the bathroom.
Would this be considered a lot of PT, for Day 4 post op? Just because I was in tears, to me that doesn't necessarily mean it was too much PT.
Then 2 DAYS I wrote this later: "The intense PT involved me sitting on side of bed, work to get heel down, then at my own pace slide foot back to increase bend. Next, stood and used walker to get to chair 13 feet away, sit, and same thing: get heel to the floor, slowly slide foot back. All that took half an hour, I had to stop and BREATHE quite often. Made it to 70 degrees, and could hold that for 90 secs. Wiped me out for the day! "
See, all that "stop and breathe" was because I was working myself up into a panic, starting to tear up, telling her no, I can't do it, I can't do it. "Work at my own pace," that was because I would not let her touch.
Wow, so at one time I was at 37 and 56? And last Wed (1 week ago, not yesterday) I was at 72, 8 weeks post op. Not much improvement, was there?
Also, remember that most folks, and certainly all the people who had TKR the same day I had, were dressed that evening and walking the halls in the hospital unit (they have a unit just for joint replacements). So I was already on a different path of recovery than normal.