I had my third physical therapy session on Thursday. My understanding was that I would have two sessions per week, but I was never told for how long. I guess as long as I was willing to pay, they'd find something to keep me busy.
The first two visits were helpful, even if the therapists were sometimes rude and condescending. On the third visit I had yet another therapist. She was less insulting, and actually complimented my ability to walk with my new cane. But I can't say she was especially helpful. For the most part she had me repeating the same exercises I was doing at home. At least I think that's what she had me doing. She was busy with three patients at once, so I was never quite sure what her instructions were before she was on to the next person. And she didn't seem to know what I had done previously even though she had my chart in front of her. Based on the few questions she asked, I guess that's because the previous therapist failed to document much of anything.
By the end of the session, when I wasn't given any new exercises for home (heck, I wasn't even told to continue the ones I was already doing), I had pretty much decided I could finish my rehab at home in front of the tv. And as I was paying my copay on the way out, it occurred to me that for what I paid out-of-pocket for each visit, I could be buying myself a new Cricut cartridge. Now that would be money well spent.
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Saturday, June 5, 2010
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