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
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Now I'm undergoing testing for EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome). Fun times.
Her: "Did you know you rib cage is out of alignment on the left side?"
Me: "Would that be why I've had a strange muscle spasm in the middle of my back for years?"
Her: "Uh, yeah."
And then she fixed it and something that hurt me for years did not hurt anymore. We had a similar conversation about my left hip. Apparently the left side of my body likes to get all screwed up while the right side of my body takes it's responsibilities more seriously.
Anywho. Good luck! You are fixable!
Two rounds of PT and special exercises1 series of Rolfing and special exercisesMassage and special exercisesChiropractor and Massage and special exercises
And for now the Chiropractor is magic.
You never know what'll work, but you have to make the decisions for yourself.
Oh and take a multi vitamin
it's unfortunate, the medical view of disability is that there is some physical norm and all the rest are deviations. which just makes all their treatments designed to take those deviations and force them to resemble the norm as closely as possible.
and yet, we are so adaptable and our goals as individuals regarding how we want to use and live in our bodies is so vast and flexible.
if your physical therapist doesn't ask you how your pain impacts your life and how you want to live it and what your goals are with therapy and instead *tells* you how your affected, and what your goals should be, it probably wont be a very integrative, succesful process.
i wish for you that you find a therapist/therapy that integrates their understanding and knowledge of healing, with your goals and the natural (for you) shape your body has taken.
I hope your body finds compassion.
Erin.
I stand tall and proud, opening outward to the world, and trusting it to embrace me.
I am Alice Bradley, you gonna make something of it?
Cured.
Alice: I am not an animal, I am a human being.
Therapist: You wouldn't know it to look at that hip of yours. In therapist school we had to dissect a fetal pig who, in his spare time was a practicing Yogi contortionist. I mean this little guy used to twist himself up and squeeze into this little plastic box. It was amazing. Anyway, his hips were less f*cked up than yours.
Alice: And how about my club foot?
Therapist: I'd keep that. It's a real bonus for soccer. KAPOWIE! Seriously.
One of my legs is shorter than the other and yes it does cause some issues. I over-compensate by clenching my butt all the time when i walk and so I have these really painful gluts and my back is prone to going out. blah blah blah. It's fairly common because we are humans!
I try not to lift stupidly heavy things (anymore), exercise, and get a massage at least 3 times a month to stay limber. It is expensive, but it is worth every penny.
I am not an expert, I'm just saying that I have learned how to cope (AND have a hot masseuse rub me down every once and awhile).
Your merry christmas is his number if you are ever in the Chicagoland area.
Seriously: find a new guy. It's a hassle, but it'll wind up being worth it.
I'm sorry he sucks so bad.
While the information he's telling you is true, he definitely should be putting it in a better manner. And Stu obviously doesn't have a clue.
Good luck, no matter what you decide.