Physical Therapy

I went to my first physical therapy appointment today. I've felt very little confidence since leaving my P.A. and being referred to the neurologist for my arthritis. My first appointment there was at 8:00am. I arrived at 7:45, but the doctor's office didn't open until 8:00am. I didn't understand how anyone could be on time for an 8:00am appointment when the office hadn't even opened yet. Then the girl in the front office wrote me a card that said my appointment was on "WEND 9:00am." Seriously, if your front officer person doesn't know how to abbreviate WED, confidence is not projected. I mean really. I hate to be the grammar police, but come on! I could understand if you were going to write out Wednesday and were unable to get all the letters in the proper order. It's a difficult word; I don't teach elementary school, but I'm sure it's at least third, fourth grade level which not everyone reaches. But for God's sake, WEND?? Then when I went for my EMG, the doctor, (or whoever) didn't introduce himself and poked me with needles and left me in the room when I thought I was going to faint. So I went to my first physical therapy appointment with trepidation. My appointment was at 10:00am. I got there at 9:45 am. At 10:15 the front office girl made a phone call and said, "I'm just wondering where you are because both of your new patients are here." I became concerned and annoyed and very thankful I had brought a book. Also, the girls in the office referred to her as "She." As in, "She wanted it like that. She said no." At 10:25 a lady showed up, and said "Thompson?" Didn't introduce herself. Didn't call me by name. Asked me what I was seeing her for and without looking at my paperwork, She proceeded to tell me what was wrong with my back. Scoliosis and which exercises to do and that I should join a gym and lose weight and get some exercise and take brisk walks. If I'd had feeling in my leg, I might have kicked her in the head. I am particularly sensitive to the assumption that I don't get any exercise, because though I know I look like I just sit around and shovel in the bear claws three at a time, I'm pretty darn active. (I wanted to yell, "Yesterday I biked 18 miles, ran a mile, lifted weights, swam and did yoga, how much more fucking exercise do I need?" And so then I was just pissed. I said, rather harshly, "I can't walk! I can't walk from here to the street without my leg going numb!" She said, "Blah, blah, blah, blah" and had some other girl show me some exercises I already do. I was done with physical therapy at that point and had to exercise my be courteous and polite skills, which involves me not talking at all and answering in one word grunts, so as not to be obnoxious. Why should I pay $10 to go do something I can do at my house? Then I had to spend another hour on the phone trying to get a referral to a different physical therapist and my MRI arranged which is WEND @ 12:30.

Also, there was a rather nasty verbal altercation in the Little Backyard this afternoon. I intercede moments before, I believe, the head bobbing would have resulted in UFC Deux- Uncaged and Free Range. What the heck could they be fighting about?

Randi being Randi in all her Randi-ness.