After leaving the N-ICU and the cardiovascular floor ....I met with three different therapist....two times a day....five days a week! On Saturday and Sunday I met once a day....with the physical and occupational therapist'....and started all over again on Monday!
Paul (Physical Therapist), Julie (Occupational Therapist) and Rebecca (Speech Therapist). I had an idea why I had to go to a physical and occupational therapist'....but what about speech....why would I have to go there? Well, I found out, the first time when I met Rebecca!
The first day I 'sat' down with Rebecca....I started to cry. She ask me to describe what happened that got me there. I tried....but I couldn't. And I cried! It got better....a whole lot better....but as they say "pride goeth before the fall"!
Paul was a typical physical therapist....all business....no pity....and that was all good! No tears in there....work! He literally beat my body! I probably didn't adequately describe what happened 'that night'. When the left-side of my brain froze-up....the right-side of my body said 'bye-bye'! And I didn't understand at the beginning....that they said it takes time to recover....well, it goes on to this day!
Julie was NOT the typical occupational therapist. She was 22 years old back then....a very nice young lady. She gave me a shower....every morning....after breakfast. I didn't look forward to the shower....or exposing my nakedness! And after I was able to convince her that she didn't have to give me a shower....or watch me clean myself....my nakedness was still there! A side note here....she did see my nakedness every morning....however....I ALWAYS had my wife 'excuse' herself from my room when I had to get dressed. No 'my' nakedness for my wife!
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