Physical Therapy & Fibromyalgia
Alternate Title: All in My Head Ironically, my mom and I ended up going to the same physical therapy place at the same time, so that was kind of fun, but we never got to carpool, which was lame. We were still Tiger Balm Buddies, though. I was nervous, as is the norm, but PT ended up being amazing. My therapist’s name was Guillermo, and he was pretty neat. We would make awkward small talk or sit in absolute silence while I did my exercises. I would say hilarious things to my sister like “my physical therapist Guillermo would never treat me like that.” They wanted to see my crooked spine multiple times a week, which adds up quickly when you have horrible insurance coverage and it costs like $80 per 45-minute appointment. So, as amazing as Guillermo may have been, and as much as the PT may have actually been helping my back pain (which it was), I eventually told them I had to stop going because it was just too expensive. The amazing thing about this kind of therapy is that...