I'm pooped. Today, I officially started REAL physical therapy. I knew the time had come so I signed up for more outpatient physical therapy. It's an out-of-pocket expense, roughly about $180/45-60 min. session,but I've been loved on a lot with monetary donations and decided that this is where I would spend it. Rehab will take months, if not years, to achieve the desired results....a.k.a. walking, so I'll still be trying to get financial aid. I'll haggle with the Rehab Unit director, call my HMO, stalk my doctor's for letters requesting treatment and coverage at this facility, and if all else fails, I'll write Oprah!
I am working with a crazy woman named Gloria and I love it. She worked me so hard that I'll be going to bed early for once. The initial evaluation was hard to hear. Evidently my entire back is too weak to support myself and will require a lot of attention and work. While working out I knew that this is what I wanted, what I had waited for. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so bad before, so worked through the pain, I twisted, scooted, plopped, raised, I turned, basically everything I was afraid to do. I trust Gloria and Northridge Hospital Medical Center. I'll keep this blog updated with the physical journey.Oh! And on a final note, I did a transfer today (moving my body from surface to surface) for the first time without a board! whew
Ok, now for some zzzzzzs.
G'nite.
