Beginner’s guide to physical therapy
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Ever had physical therapy? I have. In fact, I still am. Having it,
that is.
By now, you know the long, uninteresting story of how I broke my
leg skiing 5 months ago. It’s the first time I’ve done anything like
that -- leg-breaking, not skiing -- and I’ve decided to not to do it
again.
I didn’t like it.
Here’s what happens when you break your leg. You fall down. They
pick you up. You go to a hospital. They put you to sleep. They fix
your leg. You wake up. They take you home. You use a wheelchair, then
crutches, then a cane, and then, it’s physical therapy.
I didn’t know anything about physical therapy before I started.
But for the last six weeks, my left knee has been pinched, poked,
prodded and pummeled, twisted, tweaked and torqued. Here’s what I’ve
learned.
One, it works, and two, it hurts. In fact, the two are
intertwined. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t work. And if it doesn’t
work, it didn’t hurt.
It took me a while to get into the rhythm because physical therapy
runs counter to my personal approach to health and fitness: “No pain,
no pain.”
But when I feel that overwhelming urge to be pinched and prodded,
I head right down to “ProSport” in Newport Beach, Bristol Street and
Jamboree Road, a few doors from Starbucks.
They are very professional, very friendly, and they make the part
that doesn’t work right work right, faster than you can say anterior
cruciate ligament, which takes a while.
Don’t confuse physical therapy with a massage or a workout at a
health club. Physical therapists have to practice their prodding for
a long time before they become certified prodders, up to and
including post-graduate degrees. My therapist, Joelle, also known by
her professional name, “Mistress of the Dark,” is a master of the
entire process.
There’s a lot of science to it, but here how it works, more or
less. There are two parts to the average PT session. In part one, the
therapist performs a deep muscle massage on the part that doesn’t
work which, in my case, is what physical therapists refer to as “the
knee.” The deep muscle massage is designed to do two things: One,
“wake up the muscles” (a technical term) and two, make you cry and
squeal like a 3-month old who hasn’t eaten since yesterday. After the
muscles are fully awake -- and let me emphasize “fully” -- the
bending, stretching, twisting phase begins, which I find fascinating.
Joelle has gotten my knee, along with the leg where it normally
resides, into positions I never would have dreamed possible. It
hurts, but it’s a lot like a Larry King marriage. It’s ugly, but it
doesn’t last long.
I have to be honest with you. The first time I brought my knee in
for service, I was skeptical. I had my doubts as to whether all the
poking and twisting and prodding was any better than letting time and
nature take their course.
Boy, was I wrong. I was ignorant and uninformed -- but you already
know that. At the end of the very first session -- once they undid
the shackles, took the stick out of my mouth and threw the bucket of
water on me -- my knee had improved more in one hour than it had in
the previous four months. It was a miracle, I tell you.
I walked out of ProSport without a trace of a limp. I was so moved
that I handed my cane to a woman coming out of Starbucks with a
skinny vanilla latte grande and said, “Here, take this. It’s a
miracle!” “If you come any closer I’ll scream,” she said. “God bless
you, I said, which brings us to part two of your basic PT session.
Once you have been adequately twisted and stretched, the physical
therapist turns you over to an assistant who runs you through a
series of exercises -- “exercises” being a figure of speech in my
case. I am especially impressive at the balance drills, in which
you’re supposed to lift one leg a few inches off the floor and hold
your balance for 15 seconds. Most eighty-five year-olds with inner
ear problems and vertigo could do it for about 5 seconds.
After six weeks, my career best is 2.15 seconds, by which point I
am wildly waving my arms like a tightrope walker who is about to
plunge to his death. There’s also a balance board, which I was asked
to no longer use because I was scaring people. When I started,
everyone was very reassuring and told me that everybody has trouble
at first and that all I needed was a little practice and some more
muscle mass around my knee.
Now, they just stare in stunned silence and say things like, “Uh,
yeah, that’s great. Let’s try this next.” But, in spite of my
profound physical ineptitude, it really does work. I used to look old
and beat up and walked funny.
Now, I just look old and beat up. So what have we learned? If
someone tells you that physical therapy is just what the doctor
ordered, do it, especially if the doctor orders it. Hobble on down to
ProSport on Bristol and tell them where it hurts. They’ll know how to
handle it. Just don’t use my name. Physical therapists have long
memories.
I gotta go.
* PETER BUFFA is a former Costa Mesa mayor. His column runs
Sundays. He may be reached by e-mail at ptrb4@aol.com.
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