So it is back to the performance of physiotherapy tomorrow. Unsurprisingly I am not looking forward to it, partly to do with the fact I have busted both my feet up on Sunday going crash, but mainly because the new physio and I don't get on.
He keeps using the sentence " you have to trust me not to make you do anything that would cause further damage". I am sorry but I don't "have to trust" anyone. In fact it has been my life experience that those I am meant to trust in life are those that have put me in the most danger with exception of my immediate family. I have met doctors who nearly killed me via over dose and others who have damaged me further, teachers who well have broken their trust, and so on. So in my book a person has to earn my trust and two meetings is not enough to earn the trust. Less so when he won't listen to me, or respect the fact that when I tell him something really doesn't feel right.
But apparently it is a paperwork mine field to get me transferred back to my original physio who knows before I scream every profanity in triplicate and multiple languages, that something is beyond my pain tolerance. Don't ask why, but apparently because the pain clinic have said it is one of the three listed physios I have to attend, it is up to them to arrange the transfer. Which probably means I have to go back to pain clinic first to fight for the right to transfer. Talk about making things strangled on red tape.
Mind you tomorrow will be interesting as I can barely put weight down on my feet, so if he thinks my sticks are going walkies this week he might just find out how flash my temper can be. It is bad enough he doesn't recognise CRPS as an illness, but to think I can walk on two badly bruised and swollen feet, means he is the one needing a head shrink not me.
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