Soundtracks of my Physical Therapy
Recently I downloaded a fitness app and was dismayed to discover that it does not have "physical therapy" on the main menu. Nor were there options for "weight lifting, but with my legs," "pelvic tilts," or "Theraband stuff." I was furious until I reminded myself that most people, i.e. people with better physical luck than I, don't have to do those exercises three times a week for over 7 years. I am currently on round 9, soon to be 10, of physical therapy. Way back in 2010, my therapists assured me I'd someday be able to phase out therapy and do regular exercise. Optimism may be a form of moral courage, but it's not a great fortune teller. Despite the best efforts of at least 10 therapists in three states, I've been stuck in a cycle. Be in pain, go to a physical therapist, get cut off by insurance, try to keep up with a home plan, do something wrong, be in pain, rinse and repeat. In seven long years of cycling, I