Yesterday morning, Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy once again attended one of his regularly scheduled physical therapy session. I used to go to PT three times a week, but recently have been able to reduce this to two times a week. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, after I finish my yoga class, I head over to physical therapy. Luckily, my gym and the clinic are relatively close together.
I sometimes feel like I am a theater actor, running off stage every few minutes to change my costume. Normal clothes. Yoga clothes. Normal clothes. Physical therapy clothes. Normal clothes. (Just the fact that I can change so many times on my own, in half a day, is a good sign!)
Yesterday, out of curiosity, I asked to see my physical therapy file. I was wondering: exactly how many physical therapy sessions had I attended since I started this past May? I soon found my answer.
70. Seventy sessions of physical therapy, in a little over half a year.
Needless to say, I know all of the physical therapists quite well. At the start of most sessions, I rank the three areas that are hurting or bothering me the most, and they tailor my session accordingly. Yesterday, we focused on my left ankle, my left leg, and both knees.
Of course, on my ride home, my right hand let me know it’s displeasure at being ignored during the day’s physical therapy session. Within a matter of minutes, my hand curled up and all of the joints turned red. Even to this day, I continue to be surprised at how quickly things can go from “normal” to “intensely inflamed”.
But that’s okay…on Thursday, I’ll ask my physical therapist to please spend some time working on my hands.
That will be session 71 – but who’s counting?
Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!