I recently started physical therapy for my herniated disc, which is pushing on my sciatic nerve which is causing constant pain.
I went to the rehabilitation place and was interviewed by a very tiny young woman, which I thought was going to be my PT person. Imagine my surprise when she came back with a very tall large man to say he was my PT person.
He went over the exercises I will be doing for the next 3 weeks no biggie, I think I can handle them.
Ok here is where the scary part starts::
I'm pretty much a modest person, of course I have worn the halter top, bikini, low rider jeans. But pretty much now days and a few, okay alot of extra pounds later. I keep myself covered up.
My PT person told me "we have to make skin contact with the ultra sound machine", okay I really wanted to melt into the floor at this point. I had to lay on my stomach on the examine bed with my pants pulled down and my shirt pulled up. While my PT person rubbed nice warm ultra sound gel into my hip area and performed the ultra sound.
I'm thankful he was very professional and tried to put me at ease the entire time. We told stories or our children and about growing up and living in the same town almost all of our lives.
I only have 3 times a week for the next 3 weeks.