To those of you that read my post about fuzzy brained dizziness and my physical therapist; this is the perfect follow-up.
I had my next appointment today. I was a little nervous, but determined to have a good talk with M. and make sure that she understands how badly her last treatment affected me.
To begin with, when I was so fuzzy-headed after last week's appt., I'd written down the wrong time for today's appt., so had time t pick up my phone that I'd forgotten at home, go return my library books, and check out a new one.
I returned and checked in for my appt. A short while later, a bunch of paramedics came in, gurney with a backboard and all. I was called back to a room, and an assistant started to hook me up for E-stem. Then one of the other therapists, S. came in, and said that M. was busy and she could get me started, and had me unhooked from the E-stem.
I agreed, and explained how I felt after my last visit. She said that it sounded like something in the treatment and irritated my nervous system, and she started some very gentle cranio-sacral treatment.
Knock on door; M. came in. S. said, "I suppose you know that M. was busy with a difficult situation", I said "Oh, that was you that had the paramedics visiting". M asked how I was, and I said "the question is, how are you?" as she seemed pretty shook up.
She turned to S. and said "the paramedics said that it didn't seem to be dislocated, but she can't move; she just can't move..." and started crying a little.
She pulled herself together, S. left, and I explained (gently) what had gone on since I last saw her.
She immersed herself in helping me, and did a very good job of gently working on my neck and shoulders.
I felt so bad for her. I didn't want to say anymore about it, as I thought she would want to hold herself together until she could get home and cry on her husband's shoulder (he's a physical therapist at a different facility).
Stuff happens. My body has so many issues, there is no way that someone can work on it with only good results.
I just hope that the person the paramedics took out is doing OK.
I was going to joke about how I should have run when I saw the paramedics, but it really wasn't a laughing matter, was it? I think I'll think about how thankful I am that I can feel the pain in my back, my legs, etc. I'll be thinking about how I hope this doesn't scare M. away from a job that she's very, very good at.