I went to physical therapy this afternoon. I was really excited since this afternoon would mean that I only had two sessions left next week. So close to the end.
Until.
My therapist evaluated me and told me that I was doing really well. And then she said, “What would you think about an additional three weeks, two sessions a week?” I looked at her and told her I wouldn’t think much of that at all. I was expecting to be done next week. And didn’t she just tell me that I’m doing really well?
She agreed. But she said that she thought the extra three weeks would give them a chance to do some additional strength training with me to give me a better chance at not getting hurt as easily again.
How can you argue with that?
I was a bit taken aback, though, because that would put me into May. May is First Communions, Confirmations, Weddings, Graduations, and a whole host of other busy things. I was also concerned that the insurance would cover an additional three weeks of therapy.
She said that they would make sure that they got it approved by insurance. And they were able to schedule afternoon sessions that didn’t conflict with anything coming up which was a bit of a surprise.
So, now, I have May 23rd to look toward as my last day of physical therapy.
