There was no pain to talk about
— throughout, from surgery to now.
I was supposed to do a TON of physical therapy post week 6 of my knee surgery. I went to the first session. I was totally underwhelmed, somewhat aggrieved and felt that I had been FLEECED. I never went back. I did my own and I am delighted to say as week 13 approaches my knee is pretty much back to normal!
No pain. I now, as I did in the past, BOUND (yes, BOUND) up the four staircases we have in this house. Last Thursday, I ran 3-miles carrying 11 pounds of weights — up a hill. I am also doing 23-minutes of cycling on a stationary bike. I have NO PAIN.
Physical therapy is NOT for I. I do not need some kid, who is probably NOT as fit as I am (even when I was on crutches), telling me how to exercise. I exercise more than most and don’t need motivation, encouragement or threats. I just need time. I would exercise more if I had the time.
That they wanted a $45 copay when I only pay $35 to my surgeon genuinely UPSET I. The surgeon’s magic and care cannot be duplicated. Physical therapy — I could watch on YouTube.
They also did NOT have a long-handled shoe horn in the premises. That impressed me none. That is beyond ignorant.
I see that they charged my insurance $345 for a 40-minute session. That is criminal. I am glad I did NOT go back.
I am good. My knee is good. Physical therapy was NOT good.
So, you know the score. But, I fully appreciate that I AM STRANGE. So, factor that in.