Physical Therapy
Considering that I’ve gone through physical therapy about 5 times when I was Active Duty Army, I figured I had a decent grasp on things. I can say that all 5 of those sessions I had totalled maybe what I got today. Sometimes, I feel really jip’d about the treatment I got in the Army. Don’t get me wrong, I loved damn near every minute of it, except for the times that I got ulcers for working 18hour days, 7 days a week, for months on end…or being eaten alive by ants while in ambush…or being rained on for days on end and shivering so much that every muscle in my body ached…or not getting to eat but one meal every two days for weeks on end. Other than that, I loved it. I put in as much effort most of the time as I could, and for that I hurt my body.
After seeing the doc’s here in the civilian world for the past couple of months, it’s really showing me that Army doc’s either don’t know what they’re doing, or they just don’t give two fucks about a person. It’s most likely a combination of the two, though the latter is seemingly the more likely candidate for my vote.
So, I’m paying for medical service…that’s why I’m getting such good service. But wait, I paid for my previous medical service with my body and soul…I would think that would be better than any monetary payment. I guess not.
Anyways, therapy went well today. I have an order to not do my stretches once every couple of days like I typically do, but a couple times a day. No problem. I found out that my right leg is a tad longer than my left, which makes complete sense considering how much ankle and hip problems I’ve had with my right side since I can remember.
The more I think about it, having insurance and paying for treatment is the only way to go. It’s nice to have people that actually seem to care about how to fix a problem.
I’m far from a fix, but I’m getting there, finally.
