I’m an almost sixty-seven-year-old white female with not a lot to complain about except the state of the union, a troubling bit of numbness in my feet, and a spine that could someday break due to osteoporosis. To avoid that, I take a class called Better Bones and Balance which involves weightlifting, squats, and a whole lot of stomping around because stomping stimulates bone growth and lifting makes me strong (like cow, as my mom would say).
A few weeks ago, I asked my doctor for a Physical Therapy referral. I know it’s my back that’s gonna get me, I told her, and I’d just as soon do the right exercises now rather than wait to find out I should have been doing them all along. She agreed.
I met Nathan the therapist on Friday. He asked me to bend forward, touch my toes, which I did. Then bend backwards, which I wasn’t as happy about. Stiff, he said. No shit, I thought. Then I remembered to tell him about my tingly feet. Interesting, he said. That’s good, I thought, because if it’s interesting, maybe he’s got a fix.
Then he told me to lie face down on a cushy table, turn my head to the side and relax my hips, thighs, and butt as much as possible. Yay, I thought. I love to lie on my belly but don’t because other specialists have told me not to do that for fear of hurting my back! As I lay there relaxing my mid-section, he asked about my feet which I’d forgotten about. Interesting, I thought. Better, I said. I’m not surprised, he said, you’re deranged. Deranged? I said with a chuckle. That would explain a lot. He chuckled back, then explained that I have a derangement in my back, a quirk, an anomaly, a little something causing me trouble, something we should work on. Something I should work on, that is, something he would show me how to do.
So now, every couple of hours for the next few weeks I’ll work on my derangement. I like thinking about my back this way. It’s funnier than thinking I’m just getting old.
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I love this, Bar! Derangement is a perfect word to describe so many afflictions these days, don't you think? A deranged back, a deranged parent, a deranged country being run by the most deranged man to ever walk this planet. I wonder if there's an exercise that your PT could recommend to fix it all? xo
A therapist who chuckles! Perfect! Show up holding a cup of coffee for him at your next session. "Derangement" just about covers all the local and national news. It is also better than your therapist saying, "What do you expect at your age?"