August 24, 2010
Bringing It All Back to the Surface-On Starting PT Yet Again
I remember my first day of physical therapy so clearly. It was days after my initial knee injury and I could barely form words. Knots that felt like rocks formed in my throat and threatened to explode into torrents of tears. I was miserable. I remember the PT asking me why I was there and I blurted out in waves of tears that I just wanted to be able to carry my baby around again. I was never quite so miserable. People stared at me while trying to appear that they weren't staring at me. . . the silly girl crying in the chair, confined to it because her crutches were several feet away. The PT quietly set a box of tissues beside me. That made me cry harder. It was downright awful.
I remember my first day of PT post-surgery. A familiar face and smile greeted a very unkempt me as I crutched my way into the office, embarrassed at my appearance but unable to do a thing about it. I wore my husband's scrubs, a soft t-shirt and a big sweatshirt over top. I didn't match at all. I didn't care one bit. My hair was knotted in the back from restlessly moving my head side to side through the night as I tried to find any way to get comfortable. There was no way to get comfortable. I don't even think I bothered to comb my hair before going. My PT smiled at me and it eased some of the hurt because I knew he was there to help me. If he could make me feel better, he would.
The day I left PT, after almost eight months of therapy, I gave him a giant hug and thanked him for helping me get better. We had been partners in my recovery; and we had become good friends.
This week, I started PT with someone new. I walked in feeling awkward and out of place. The "regulars" were doing their routines and I was the newbie. . . once again. My new PT spent time stretching my leg. He kept telling me to relax. I didn't. He gave me exercises to do and I did them. His helper gave me exercises and stretches to do. I did them, but I forgot how tough PT can be when you are faced with the reality that your muscles are gone and you're completely out of shape thanks to doctor's orders to do nothing and an immobilizer brace that is the equivalent of a muscle-eater.
I left, after an hour and a half of what could only be described as near torture. I miss the comfort my previous PT brought me. It's difficult learning a new dance with someone else. He's certainly nice enough, but he's not my PT.
So I'm stuck, three times a week for now, with a new routine that makes my hip hurt and my leg feel tired and miserable. I know it will get better. Deep inside, I really know this. I want to get my muscles back and get back to doing the things I love to do; but for now, I have yet another obstacle to overcome and I'm fresh out of positive attitudes.
I’ve been following your blog for a few months now and you helped me through my injury/surgery/PT. Hang in there! It will get better soon…just keep at it!
Hang in there, sweetie. And know that it’s OK to feel bad, be frustrated and angry or whatever you’re feeling. I find if I make time to give in to those kinds of feelings they go away a lot faster.
xo
Well for what it’s worth, the day you walk without any pain and train without any pain or simply train,
You’ll be crying with joy, just being happy to be able to do things that most people take for granted and don’t appreciate.
Hang in there. I know that after PT, my torn ligament gives me 85% of what I had before. That made me cry
I submit what you are going through – and please do not think I am at all capable of knowing even remotely what your situation is beyond your posts – is probably normal.
I believe your reaction is completely normal as well – you are an athlete who has been down this road (PT) before and is looking to reach the end of it immediately.
Reach out to your friend, the PT who helped you through it previously. Your friend knows the before ‘you’ – the ‘silly girl crying’ (for reasons not at all silly, IMHO) and he knows the triumphant you who left 8 months later. If he cannot be your therapy PT, he can at least offer sage words to help you over this hump.
You know you will get there. You know it will be rough.
Trust yourself; really, has she ever let you down before?
I have never had to go through PT, but I’ve been the “new kid” more times than I could list. That is always hard and scary, and when you add it to a situation that is inherently hard like PT, it is difficult to find a bright spot in all of that.
But, you will get to know these new people and working on your PT will make life better (eventually) and in the end all of this will be worth it!