“How long has it been like this? When did it start?”
My physical therapist asked me that at last week’s session as she was massaging my left leg.
“Nine years ago,” I said.
She made a “tsk, tsk” sort-of-sound.
“It feels like you’ve got 10 years’ worth of tightness in here,” she said.
She rubbed some more. “How do you walk around like that?”
“What other choice do I have?” I replied.
For the past three weeks, I’ve been going to physical therapy. Many years ago, a doctor had referred me to physical therapy. And the physical therapist discharged me after just a few visits, telling me that PT wouldn’t help me.
This time, my rheumatologist referred me because of “new” pain I described to him. After an exam, he believed I had injured my IT band, and now, because we had a specific injury to treat, physical therapy might help.
My physical therapist seems to wholeheartedly believe she can help me, but I’m skeptical.
At my first appointment, my physical therapist told me I have a lack of flexibility and mobility in my left leg.
I knew that already.
At the same time, going to PT has also given me a certain sense of validation. Someone else recognized and acknowledged my pain; someone else was able to “see” what is largely unseen.
I came home from my first appointment with my knees taped up. Later that afternoon, my eleven-year-old son told me it looked cooler on basketball players than it did on me.
I left my third appointment with more pain than I had when I began the appointment.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep with it. I’ll continue going, partly because my insurance covers most of it, but also because I don’t want to entirely give up. At least not this soon.
Though at this point in my life, I wonder if anything can really help me.
Plus, physical therapy is just more work. With the therapist, I’m working my muscles in different, and sometimes uncomfortable, ways.
At home, I have my “homework” to do – a series of exercises and stretches I do daily.
And there are days, when I’m just tired of it all. Tired of the work involved – of staying on top of prescription refills, appointments, and medical insurance.
And I’m tired of the pain.
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Hugs!!!! I’m so sorry you have to go through this Wendy.
Thank you! Your hugs and good thoughts mean a lot!
Wendy, My heart aches for you. But I also admire your ability to describe your challenges in a way that makes us feel your pain and invokes our heartfelt wishes for you–both those of us who know you in person and, I imagine, for those who know you through your beautiful and poignant literary descriptions. Thank you for sharing what your life is like…
Zhita, thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement. It means so much to me that, through my writing, I am able to connect with so many and remain in touch with so many (including you!).