The title says it all there, folks. When my mom went in for back surgery last November, there's no way we could see it coming out this far, well, her having the endurance of a mule to get there. It's been 94 days since her surgery, and she has had 3 bouts of Physical Therapy (One is to come.) The first was done over the Thanksgiving weekend, then she was dismissed home. That's where she rattled around a bit, and made a few phone calls. The next thing you know, we've got people coming out here to see mom and to work with here from walking to stretching. This goes on for weeks and suddenly it stops. Guess what? Insurance! But, she's still got her exercises to do from the therapist at home, so why should she worry?
So she goes back to one of her primary physicians, who suggests a medical office who can do physical therapy etc... So mom and I went to check it out. It was a beautiful facility! So as soon as we were cloistered together so that the staff could get to know us better, I promptly had a Grand Mal. Right now, having a Grand Mal is something you can't remember. You're awake at one moment, then you are awake at another in time, only with a slight headache, your mom is cooling you off with a cold towel, and someone has gone to get you a cup of H2O. Now where did all that time go in-between?
The staff member went right on explaining what mom's situation was: she needed to work on balance in the in-house pool
So we go into the pool later today. 2-18-11
