YIKES! SHOCK THERAPY!
The atmosphere and treatment at this place at first seemed ok. The attending staff (with the exception of the 2 owners) seemed a little young however (think high school). That was ok, I am not age bias as long people do their job right... Well they didn't. Little did I realize that I was in for the "shock" of my life. During a visit, a attendant hooked me up to an electronic device that was supposed to supply muscle stimulation to a shoulder where I have a grade 3 separation. I mentioned I was having back problems as well, so in this case some pads were also attached to my lower back. The "standard" procedure was for the attendant to ask the patient the amount of electronic stimulation that they are comfortable with and then they set the machine and timer accordingly and come back in 10 minutes or so. Well, on this particular visit (needless to say my last), it was a very busy night and many of the adjoining rooms were full and the doors were wide open. A timer went off but it was NOT for my machine! An attendant rushed in (not the one that had initially hooked me up) and turned the knob that controlled the electronic device all the way to the right and abruptly left the room! RIGHT (all the way up), NOT LEFT (Off)! I found myself convulsing in pain and on the floor. What was happening? I really thought for a moment that this might be it! I yelled and finally some of the staff came rushing in. They froze in their tracks and no one seemed to know what was going on. When i finally managed one moment of clarity I yanked the wires off! The young woman who made the mistake told me how sorry she was about 5 times. I couldn't blame her too much because I knew she was "new". I met her two weeks prior and when I noticed her mostly observing I asked her if she was new and she responded yes.
After the incident the staff downplayed the incident and one of the head therapists tried to calm me down by giving me individual attention and a massage. He even joked. Believe me there was nothing funny about this! My muscles tightened up like a drum, became cramped and I was breathing heavily. I convinced myself that I was ok and made my way home. The last thing I wanted to admit was that I needed therapy for my therapy! Now in retrospect however, I think that it is very important that people know my story so they don't make the same mistake.
I have run 6 marathons and have a very strong heart. What if I had been wearing a heart monitor? (nobody bothered to ask)
They actually had the audacity to call me back for the more physical treatment. They are lucky I have not decided to give them the "legal" treatment.
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