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That’s Therapy, Not Training

April 11, 2012

I told my mom that I was going to PT today, and, since we were a military family, she said, “PT? I thought you were injured.”

Exactly.

That’s Physical Therapy, not Training, ma.

After my hip X-ray revealed no bone issues, my doctor recommended PT and today is my initial evaluation. Because I’m ridiculous and a bit of a perfectionist (OK, a lot of a perfectionist), I’m nervous! Is that normal? Whenever I have to describe intensity or location of pain, I worry that I’m not providing an accurate or helpful picture. Or that I might not pass the test or something.

Or, really, that they’re going to say, “Oh? It hurts there? That can’t be right.”

Or, “Well, there’s not really anything wrong.”

Or, “There? Hmmm, that’s freaky.”

Or, “Oh, really? Well, you’ll probably be in PT for the next 8 years.”

OK, OK, I seriously doubt the last one, but I do get nervous that I’m not describing what’s going on thoroughly or accurately enough, and that that will somehow impact the treatment prescribed.

And that I’ll have a bum hip. Forevs.

Off to work for a bit and then PT. Fingers crossed that PT gets me swiftly back into PT, the other kind. And that I get an A. I’d take a B, I guess. I hate failing exams.

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