It takes a village to raise a child.
I’ve come to the conclusion it also takes a village to “manage” me.
My mountains this weekend.
I’ve been very fortunate to have some very talented medical-type folks help me since my car accident.
There were a couple people I’d have been better off without, too. But hey, life is not perfect.
Some of the people who have helped me have become more than doctors or physical/occupational therapists to me.
They’ve become friends.
(That happens sometimes when you’re The Patient That Never Goes Away.)
In any case, it has gotten to the point where I have a team helping me live my life better.
I have Dr. Painless, my pain management specialist. Thank God for him. I might have jumped off a bridge if he hadn’t come into my life. I sure as hell wouldn’t be holding a professional camera again.
I have Dr. BigWig, the best shoulder surgeon in the world. When he first saw me, I’d already had three previous surgeries. I was in terrible pain. I adamantly refused more surgery. He insisted. I’m grateful.
I have The Neanderthal, who tortures me regularly with A.R.T. treatments. (A.R.T. hurts like hell, but helps my continually freaking-out muscles de-spasm.)
Now, I have a new man on my “Let’s help Suzanne function as best as possible” team.
He’s a physical therapist and he’s an addition, not a replacement to my team.
(Sorry, I don’t have a “blog name” for him yet, although endless possibilities have already presented themselves. Ha! Poor man!)
New PT came into my life at the suggestion of Dr. BigWig.
You know what’s fun?
Meeting someone new, and realizing they already know a lot about you via your blog.
Hello. I’m Suzanne. Apparently, you already know about my bikini waxes?!
New PT seems to have a sense of humor.
He also doesn’t seem to be fazed, in the least, by my inappropriate sense of humor.
My no-filter mouth might have already blurted out my fear of permanently inverted nipples.
(By the way, I don’t have inverted nipples. But, that’s not the point …?! Point, get it? I’m SO funny!)
Some info for those of you who have followed my whole car accident saga:
• New PT seemed to “get” my current physical situation. I usually baffle people due to the high degree of my fucked-up-ed-ness since the accident. I was glad he understood what’s going on with me so quickly, because … hello, six years of medical history. (If I can’t remember what happened during which surgery, how can anyone else?)
• At one point, I might have stamped my foot like a three year old and told New PT, “I want to be able to do MORE.” (Kudos to him for not running out of the room immediately.)
• New PT isn’t about “curing” me, but IS about increasing my function, and hopefully decreasing my pain level at the same time.
• New PT is all about modifying me/my life/how I move/work. (He already showed me how I can rotate my arm a little bit with certain movements and decrease some of the pain. I will MARRY the person who someday invents a bicep tendon replacement. I hope someone invents one soon!)
• New PT understands (anatomically/physically) why I would currently fail at normal PT, and understands I’m a very long term project.
• New PT might have called me unstable. Are you surprised?
• Oh wait, I think he meant my body – not ME??
• New PT seems to have the patience for very slow progress over a lengthy period of time, and asked me if I do too ….
• I don’t know if I could bear to trust in a PT wholeheartedly again, and have him give up on me. There’s a huge vulnerability, and trust, that comes with an ongoing PT/patient relationship.
• New PT emphasized the need for what I’ve lived for years now -
• Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps!
I want to LIVE my life, not spend it at non-stop medical appointments.
New PT and I are going to take things slow …
And isn’t that always the best policy when you’ve got a new man in your life?
P.S. My first “real” appointment is tomorrow, Tuesday. Not surprisingly, I was sore just from my (unplanned) consultation last week.