I don’t know even now where things went so wrong. We always follow the same plan of treatment, and it always works. Sometimes it takes a little longer than other times, but this was crazy. I could not walk. I could not stand on my own two legs. After very little time, my own therapist temporarily discontinued appointments. I didn’t know until some time later that we actually resumed things because of my strong desire to get stronger so I could return to work.
I finally asked one day what her assessment was of the situation. She said we were not accomplishing anything, that she felt I was best served to be resting at home, and to address it with my physician at my next appointment. I think she thought she had just dropped a bomb on me. Of course one does not disappear from their own physical body, although I suppose there are those who mentally check out of reality. I am not the type, however. I have been told that I can be way too blunt, and that may be true. I am most blunt with myself. I was not shocked by the question. It was the reason I had asked in the first place.
I think my therapist does a wonderful job, as we have worked together for many years off and on. I had questions about continuing a path of the same exercises I had been doing way back when while inpatient at the hospital. I felt it was poor use of everyone’s time. She merely confirmed it. I will take the truth any day, as long as you state it nicely enough and not mixed in half-truths. So that was the end of therapy. We agreed I would discuss it at the next appointment, and she would send progress notes to my physician.
