My PT couldn’t make it today and I was reschedule with another guy who I never had before. He was a young guy, nice; but the session was in one word – awkward.
Started off by him not knowing what injury, leave alone “body part” I am even there for. He admitted, he has not been filled in and when he asked how I usually start, I told him “with the pulley”. Answer: “ah, frozen shoulder”. Bingo. One step closer.
After my pulley warm up he was nowhere to be found and once I finally saw him, he was excellent at not making eye contact and busying himself with other patients, which was getting on my nerves.
I understand PT’s get several patients at the same time and run forth and back but it just did not seem efficient that he was sitting next to an old lady, who had an icepack on her leg, doing small talk, while I am waiting around and wasting time.
I did as many stretches on my own as I could but there are some I just need a PT for and that’s the reason why I am going there in the first place.
After 25 minutes of absolutely nothing happening, my patience was running real low. If he would not have shown up for another five minutes, I would have left and make a stink about it. Luckily for him, he showed up.
He apologized for the delay but said he got several patients on top of his, so he is scrambling. (Hm, each time I saw him, he looked pretty chilled, but whatever.)
Anyways, he really had no idea what kind of stretches to do, how many reps, nothing. I told him to check in my file but he didn’t, so I guided him through the exercises.
He liked my ROM and said for having a frozen shoulder since 5 months I am doing really good but also asked me “if I am not a bit young for having this.”
(I swear, a dollar for each time I hear this…. I have lost count how many times I have heard this in the last six years, also during my three hip surgery recoveries. People always act like I signed up for all of this.)
In general the stretches he did on/ with me were the same as my usual PT does but he put his own twist on it and I mean “twist”. At some point he stretched my R arm across the chest so far that I told him “you do know that the goal is stretching – not unpopping the shoulder, right??”
He also had the tendency to bounce the deep stretches, complete with the soundtrack “bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!” to it. Now I know “frozen shoulder & bouncing” should never be in one sentence.
As one of the last exercises, I told him to help me stretch the muscles around my shoulder blade, which love to be super extra tight. He had never done this before and looked at me like I am from planet Mars.
He then tried and failed…. to find my shoulder blade. While he was on his search party, I had to give him directions (!) where to look for it. I mean, coooome on! It was so awkward that I asked him in all seriousness if he really is a PT.
And once he found it, he did really weird moves with it. It seemed real clumsy.
I have no idea what my night will be like, could be one for the books again since he not only stretched but overstretched me.
Hopefully next time my usual PT is back. I never have good experiences getting shoved into some other PT’s schedule. In case that’s the case again in the future, it’s a “thanks but no thanks” from me.