After only five visits, she gave up on me.
Actually, that might be putting it a little harshly. She didn’t exactly “give up on
me.” She just said she was out of
ideas and didn’t know how to help me, and that I could schedule more
appointments, but all she could do was try to massage the knots out of my
shoulder blades ~~ knots that she said were like ropes and stones buried
beneath the skin of my upper back ~~ knots that didn’t go away after five weeks
of physical therapy like she expected ~~ knots that bucked her off when she dug
her elbows into them, throwing her off balance.
You may remember a recent post in which I wrote about the
emotional roller coaster of searching for remedies for my chronic pain. One thing I can say about this
particular ride: at least it was short.
It took a year for the spine specialist to advise me to give up –
actually, his words were “to throw your hands up,” and “get on with your
life.” At least this physical
therapist only needed five weeks to realize she was in over her head.
If it sounds like I’m totally discouraged and depressed, I’m
really not. While the pain can be
frustrating and debilitating at times, I’ve really pretty much gotten used to
it. I mean, it’s been there every
day for twenty years or so.
Continuing to live with it is far from the worst thing that could
happen.
Anyway. That’s
my update. If you ever need to
borrow a rope, I always keep a few on hand in my shoulder blade region. Just need to figure out how to get them
out…
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