So today I am readying myself for "A Fork in the Road, Finally!" Today I am expecting that my neuromuscular massage therapy session will be my last official type PT session under the PIP coverage through my automobile insurance. I also have a final follow-up appointment with my treating physician who has told me that the insurance claims adjuster has been "hounding" her to finalize my treatment and rate me. I fully expect to be rated this afternoon -- Oh, we are not talking about stars folks.
I've never really heard about "rating" the patient, you know, assigning some point value for my perceived injury. Like, I don't know, less than 10 points or something? How does a doctor or insurance company achieve an objective and fair value of a patient's pain or long-term injury?
You know, there are certain "functions" and "things" that I am NOT able to do without feeling very specific pain(s) in my hand, wrist and forearm. I don't know if I've got THAT now for the rest of my life. But, I guess that is OK considering I am an old-timer, you know?
It was on December 9, 2009 that a sort of fork in the road first "presented itself." I really thought that my hobby, my passion, my livelihood would come to an end in one abrupt tremendous moment of pain when those trunk hydraulic struts in my car failed and smashed my hand and forearm. O-M-G! People, some moments will stick with you forever; that is the type of moment I experienced. I really thought my writing career had come to an end.
Why doesn't the MRI show everything? Good grief, that was a mystery to me. I've had MRIs in the past you know. And, I've written about my painful adventures, something like trying to become the Six Million Dollar Wonder Woman or something? You see, I've been there for SLAP Tear, Meniscus Tear, Morton's Neuroma, Achilles Tendon, and Percutaneous Discectomy! Yes indeed; ALL THAT!
FAST-FORWARD: "A Fork in the Road, Finally!"
Well, like I said, one thing is coming to the end for me and it is like a fork in the road AND a passing of the baton, so to speak! YOU see, I was diagnosed less than two weeks ago with trochanteric bursitis. Can YOU believe that?
Remember Gilda Radner's "It's always something!" Yes it is. And, how about our dear Bret Michaels, "every rose has its thorn!" Yeah, it does.
P.S. Thanks my friends, followers, and fans for being there for the journey. You mean the world to me. And, I thank YOU for that.