It has been quite a while since I filled y’all in on what is happening in my life.
Unfortunately my PT, Nancy has moved back to California leaving me and her other clients without a therapist.
Despite thinking I was SOL, my aunt told me about one of the PT’s she has seen.
Mom and I figured I may as well and I am so glad I did.
This physical therapist, Todd, is a damn miracle worker.
He has a completely different approach to my therapy.
“Therapy for her is 30% science and 70% art.” Todd said last Monday.
He does what is called myofascial release; “is a therapy technique often used in massage. This therapy is focused on pain that comes from myofascial tissues — the tough coverings that wrap, connect and support muscles.”
He also told me to lay down and practice diaphragm breathing because when someone breaths this way they are able to breathe deeper, better, and they get far more oxygen.
I’ve only seen Todd twice but I’m already seeing and feeling positive effects.
As a whole I’m so much calmer, it’s helping my anxiety, I’m a lot happier, I sleep better, I’m noticing my adductors are much more relaxed ( I’m able to sit and not have my thighs glued together) and the biggest change, I have so much less spasticity!
To realize God had this change of loosing my pt, only to find another pt who would give me hope that my goals (hopefully ditching the walker, and maybe even my meds) was actually a real possibility.
All in all, it makes me frustrated that something so simple could have been the key. It makes me wonder how true the HSP diagnosis is.