Hello, everyone. Cranky Peaches here! With a BOR--Big Ol' Rant! So buckle up ... and please don't hate me for ranting away.
We had good weather today--not too hot or humid--and at quittin' time, I left work thinking I finally had the stamina to check out a PT place that is the closest one to home. So I walked to the bus; stood around waiting for the bus; sat on the bus 45 minutes; walked from the bus 6 blocks to the PT place; stood about 20 minutes talking to the owner and one of his rabid gung-ho staff and receptionist; then walked home 9 blocks. By the time I started walking home, I was SORE SORE SORE and really irritated. This was TOO MUCH walking and standing around to go to a stupid PT place. The thought of doing that twice a week after work TO ACTUALLY DO PT FOR AN HOUR would have been ridiculous at this stage. I cannot imagine doing this two weeks ago, when I first started work. Anyone in my actual life (not talking about bonesmart life) who persists in thinking I am "all well" just because they see me walking for 5 seconds looking well does not get it. And neither do these PTs. Now, the owner was a very nice, gentle guy and I trusted him. To the extent I would trust any PT. But his overzealous minion was literally gleeful at the thought of me signing up and even though I told her many times I CANNOT AT THIS POINT TACK ON PT DURING THE WEEK ON TOP OF MY FULL WORKDAY ... she actually said, grinning, "We open at five a.m., so you could come before work." Well, no bloody way. No way! And the receptionist asked me with a grin when would I be stepping up the sessions. (I signed up for ONE, this coming weekend.) I said something like, "This is a finite thing. My surgeon only gave me X number of sessions in his prescription." She then kept mentioning how I could step it up. Now ... the place itself looked like any nice, clean PT place. But it just had this "sports" vibe to it, and there were some lean, mean senior women, like on the cover of AARP, doing these extreme exercises. Clams, maybe. Or bridges. It was annoying to see them. They didn't look even remotely incapacitated. They looked like athletes who maybe had a tiny problem that no one else could see. Which is fine--FOR THEM. But that ain't me, kid, that ain't me. And this overzealous minion, after I told her MY GOAL IS NOT TO RUN A MARATHON actually mentioned that annoying senior citizen who climbed Mount (which mountain was it?) recently. To which I said, "that's NOT my goal." I must have told them six times--and
ByGosh, I mentioned YOU, though of course not by name and not by bonesmart reference--I did NOT want to do ONE THING that would set me back, make me miss work, make matter worse. I don't want groin pain that won't let up; tendonitis; don't want to be running here and there to acupuncturists to fix what the PT messed up. i don't want to be The Best THR Patient in the World. Am not out to win prizes. Just want to get around the city, go to work, not limp, not mess up my gait. They claimed they got it. But then started talking about me joining a pool someday (will not happen; am not interested); how they'd be massaging my scar (no bloody way am I letting them get their hands on my scar; I read what Josephone said about that). I just don't trust any PT.
Now ... call me crazy. That's okay. This is all how I FEEL. I'm not saying this is true. But this IS how I FEEL.
Yet ... am scared that there is truth to what two PTs have told me: That there IS a window of time that closes and it is true you can start PT too late after the surgery.
This being on the fence is driving ME crazy, so I know it's driving all of youse crazy too. No need to comment if you can't abide reading this anymore. I just had to vent. I don't know yet what I will do. I made one appointment. Might keep it; might not. I am so scared ot them screwing me up.
And ... this is a place that I have been told has a very very good reputation.
Also: As I was leaving, I saw a woman my age or thereabouts on an exercise bike. And she was alarmed because The Overzealous Minion had "stepped it up" on her.
Well, I am now icing and resting my weary, sore legs. So what does that tell you? TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!
Thanks for letting me rant. I have been a beast about this all evening. Now the beast will feast and go to beddy-bye soon.
I will be nicer next time, I promise.