some laughing, some anger
These are my thoughts almost EXACTLY every time I look at a girlie magazine. This is why I'm toying with the idea of starting my own women's fitness magazine someday.
Now for the anger =D
My mother's had a hip and knee replacement within the last couple of years. The knee was done recently so she's been in physical therapy. Everything was going perfectly; her knee moved smoothly, she could walk without a cane half the time, her joints stopped retaining water and she hasn't needed any painkillers.
Yesterday, her physical therapist (not primary) had her put her full weight on the new knee.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
Long story short, it ripped up the new knee, and how she's in worse condition than when she started. She said it hurts more than it did pre-surgery. And the worst part? The therapist BAILED. He was at their house and the only other person home was my dad (who was asleep upstairs.) He got my mom back onto the couch, gave her ice packs and just left. He left my mom alone and in shock.
I'm not as pissed about what caused the injury, as I am about him running away. Even if you fuck up (which he ROYALLY did), you need to take care of your patient... more than ever. I'd feel a lot more forgiving if he hadn't run away.
*Le sigh* Anyway.
I'm glad that my mom has tons of family in the area to help her out. My dad got her a card, flowers and chocolates for Valentine's Day. He's always been a big sweetheart when he wanted to be, but I guess since treating/facing his anxiety and depression, he's like that most of the time.
More on that light note, I found a card under my keyboard this morning ^_^ Heehee. I have a few things planned for today, myself. Nothing I'll talk about on here though >_>
Ahem. So yeah. Kind've a weird Valentine's Day.
Now for the anger =D
My mother's had a hip and knee replacement within the last couple of years. The knee was done recently so she's been in physical therapy. Everything was going perfectly; her knee moved smoothly, she could walk without a cane half the time, her joints stopped retaining water and she hasn't needed any painkillers.
Yesterday, her physical therapist (not primary) had her put her full weight on the new knee.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
Long story short, it ripped up the new knee, and how she's in worse condition than when she started. She said it hurts more than it did pre-surgery. And the worst part? The therapist BAILED. He was at their house and the only other person home was my dad (who was asleep upstairs.) He got my mom back onto the couch, gave her ice packs and just left. He left my mom alone and in shock.
I'm not as pissed about what caused the injury, as I am about him running away. Even if you fuck up (which he ROYALLY did), you need to take care of your patient... more than ever. I'd feel a lot more forgiving if he hadn't run away.
*Le sigh* Anyway.
I'm glad that my mom has tons of family in the area to help her out. My dad got her a card, flowers and chocolates for Valentine's Day. He's always been a big sweetheart when he wanted to be, but I guess since treating/facing his anxiety and depression, he's like that most of the time.
More on that light note, I found a card under my keyboard this morning ^_^ Heehee. I have a few things planned for today, myself. Nothing I'll talk about on here though >_>
Ahem. So yeah. Kind've a weird Valentine's Day.