Their PT office is a rare one - they are in the basement of a building and they have a pool. They use the pool for therapy, but they also have a program for past patients to come work out in the pool. These folks fit one category: very overweight, diabetic, bad knees (or hips or back). (I'm not judging - I know these things because they talked about all of them while I was there) Most of them have difficulty walking out of the water, some using walkers, so getting in the pool offers them a mobility freedom they rarely get. They can move, they can get exercise. It's pretty cool.
So, my PT got me in the hot-tub-warm water, where
Then I got out and headed to the locker room to rinse off and change. Oh yeah, if you've read this blog at all, you know how much I like public restrooms - you can only imagine me in a public locker room.
A rather immobile older woman had come in and was attempting to change for the pool. She worked her way over to the same bench I had my stuff on where I was getting dressed. She struggled, but managed to get her pants and underwear off (I know, TMI, I'm getting to the point), then she sat. Down. On the public bench. Naked. Stark Naked. Do I have to spell this out for you? All her Lady Business was naked, out there for the world, and sitting smack down on the bench. The public bench. The same bench my things were on. The same bench that only God knows how many other women had sat on. Naked.
I quickly realized this was likely a more common event than I had considered, with the general lack of mobility of the patients here. Without trying to look like I was panicking, I grabbed my things and hung them on the hooks on another wall. I slowly stepped away from the bench.
Ah yes, my next trip to the pool locker room will be done with he same finesse that gets me in and out of a public restroom without touching a single surface with bare skin. I'm good, people. Damn good.
In the mean while, my PT is awesome. Did I mention that? I'm running three intervals of 5 minutes on the treadmill right now, mixed with endless minutes of cycling on the trainer. I get to move up to 6 minutes this week as long as I continue to have no pain. It feels both incredibly lame (only 6 minutes? That's only 18 total!) and amazingly wonderful (6 whole minutes! That's 18 total!) - all at the same time!!