I had a really weird, freakish experience. I wish I knew the name of the therapist, but there were two people there and she seemed to be in charge. The guy who was there seemed saner right off the bat and possibly I would have had a better experience, especially as this outfit seems to be an oddly run chain.
She was tall and thin, and seemed high strung. Her use of vocabulary seemed obsessive compulsive and odd and made no sense. She refused to examine the front of my hip which problem caused me to go in there. It is my upper hip area, from mid abdomen to the top of my hip. She told me that is pelvic floor. She wanted me to distinguish that area from my "lady parts", which is an odd term. I had put marks where the pain is and she wouldn't even look at it. Sore region is closer to my belly button and top of hit than my "lady parts", but, she shamed me about having my pants unbuttoned!
She kept demanding that I tell her in terms of her quixotic vocabulary if things are "butt" or "back", and if I put things in her vocabulary it switched on me. So I'd point at a sore area in my upper butt and she kept saying "that's butt". "that's back". "Is that butt or back?" We didn't get anywhere.
It was the most freakish medical experience I have ever had in my 70 years of living. I walked out before the visit was done, saying "we're done". The next day my phone is lighting up with text and voice mail messages! Perhaps in her mind we aren't done without her say so! read more