Today was a milestone. Today was my currently last schedule PT appointment.
May not seem like something, but for the last eight months I’ve been doing physical therapy two- to three-times a week. We have made tremendous progress on restoring range of motion and strength to my shoulders (and arms/chest). My range of motion is so much better than it was that it’s not funny.
I have more visits approved, but there are two big considerations in play. One is getting the most out of those visits. Right now, looks like the best way to do that is to hit the gym at least three times a week and keep doing things at home on the days I don’t. Push for a month or two, go back for testing and measurements, refine, lather, rinse, repeat.
The other consideration is that I may require PT for other issues, and there is no guarantee that such will be approved right now because of politics. Short version is that Indiana Gov. Petri Dish pushed a major expansion on state coverage of care providers for children and adults, promising it was forever. The program, of course, cost more than planned and required funds from the slush fund to help cover. Can’t have that, the vote buying was for the last election, not this one, so a number of people are hearing the usual from the Gov: Sucks to be you.
Problem is, insurance companies are taking note and wondering if there will be other cuts, state or federal, and are being cautious. This includes being cautious about things like physical therapy which may, or may not, be reimbursed by government. If the government doesn’t pay for some it has been, those costs have to be covered somehow, so…
We are banking the visits I have left just in case there are issues getting new visits approved. There really shouldn’t be a problem, but why take chances.
That said, it already feels weird knowing I’m not headed back next Monday or Tuesday. It feels weird knowing I’m not going to be joking with my regular physical therapist, talking food and music with B-man, teasing D about a rabbit beating her up even as she swears it was a bear and she came out the winner, and laughing with the others at the goings on. When people are a part of your life for eight or more months…
Who knows what is to come. One thing I do know is that I want to hit the gym next week, and do right so that when I do go back, I can show that the progress we have made together has been continued. Forward!
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