“Are you the car accident?”
Holy hell! She did not just say that to me!
I had been waiting for twenty minutes as the physical therapist, I had an appointment to see, chatted happily with three other therapists in the gym. No other people, just those three. A few bewildered ‘patients’ finally wandered in and took their places on the various machines. “Ms. J” finally gives me the time of day and announces, to the whole room, I am the car accident.
“No,” I answered firmly and loudly. “I am not THE car accident. My name is Kim, and I was IN a car accident.”
Two can play this game, sister. I was led into an exam room. She asked me to turn my head to the left and then right. I did. But I couldn’t get my head to go very far to the right and felt nauseous.
Ms. J: “You have a concussion!”
Me: “Well, yes.”
“I can’t work with you.”
“Ahhh … What?“
“You will have to come back when you are over the concussion.”
(Screw that! I had to get back to work in one week, we do this now!)
“I’ll find a different therapist, I don’t think I can work with you … ever.”
“Fine! I will let your doctor know what you just said to me.”
“Don’t bother, I am on my way to her office.”
(Peace out, bitch.)
I returned to my clinic. I didn’t have an appointment but I asked at the desk if I could see the doctor briefly. My doctor came out to the waiting room and said she heard what had happened. I was furious and embarrassed. I was in so much damn pain! She took me back to the exam room. She told me not to worry, to calm down. She put me in a neck brace, the one I had refused; the big white ugly neck brace. I felt some of the pain go quiet! She wanted me to go to a warm water pool class with a lady named Avril over the weekend and see if I got any relief. (She knew her.) And then to massage therapy the following week with a man named Paul. (She and her husband were clients of Paul.) She would confirm my attendance with both. I thanked her and headed home to lick my wounds.
Then the most magical thing happened…
Want to catch up? Last week’s post; After I Tripped, #2