Yesterday I went to my first physio session. I've been heavily relying on the crutches, which does hurt the arms and palm after a while. Once I dropped the kids off to school, I went to the bus stop to catch whatever turned up. The all go to Dewsbury. By the time I got 300m from the school, I was sweating buckets and the arms were killing me. Made it though and the non-kneeling bus turned up. Just my luck!
At Dewsbury bus station, typically two buses were late, but I had load of time available. I got on the bus and had a pleasant ride to the hospital.
Now when I arrived at the other end, there was no signs for the wing, I was suppose to report to. I found the main entrance, spotted a hospital guide who told me I had at least another 500m walk, through the tunnel, to the physio department. Very helpful and knowledgeable man. By this time I am struggling and had to stop a few times to rest my aching arms. Imagine my dismay when I was told, on my arrival, that I had to go back through the tunnel because I was in the wrong place. Well yes I did and found the acute physio department. They weren't see anyone and referred all their cases to the physio department. Well I wasn't about to move again. So I stayed they while the physio worker called a porter to take me back.
After several apologies from the receptionist, it turned out that there was a new procedure she was not told about, hence the mix up.
I was my physio, Mike, who put me through so fancy gadgets (there was this cool machine that moved my muscles while shocking me) after taking a few notes. He gave me a shortcut to the bus stop (cheers Mike!) and some exercises to do. By the end of the session I was able to put some pressure on my leg taking some strain off mt arms. Hurrrah! Oh and they were in their target of seeing patients within 10 minutes of their appointment time.
Next appoint soon.
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