The bump! (My fiance is a Kiwi)
Today I visited a new physiotherapist. I am always weary about seeing a new medical professional, wondering if they will take the time to listen and understand my condition. Or whether they will race through the medical history section of the appointment and automatically pigeonhole me as a complainer/hypochondriac/one of those patients. So, it was with a little trepidation that I made my way to the new physio’s office (which by the way, was up 2 flights of stairs!).
My reason for visiting was pregnancy related. Have I mentioned that I’m pregnant? Well, I am! 26 weeks tomorrow in fact. So far everything has been going well. Before falling pregnant I was worried about how my body would respond but I actually think the fibro prepared me well for a lot of the symptoms that come along with pregnancy, but that’s a whole other post. Today, we’re focusing on the physio.
To date, I’ve been pretty positive at each of my OB appointments. “My legs and back are sore, but I’m sure that just the fibro.” “I’m really tired, but that comes with the fibro.” You get the drift. Until my last appointment. I did not have the energy to be upbeat so I let it all out. “I think my fibro’s getting worse. I can’t sleep at night, I’m in too much pain. I can’t lie on one side for too long because of the pain in my hip and legs. I’m tossing and turning all night…. The other day I got out of the car and couldn’t walk properly.”
After listening to me intently, my OB recommended a couple of things that might help, including seeing a pregnancy physiotherapist. I was cautious about going to a new physio who did not know me or my history but the OB explained that this physio works at the hospital I will be having my baby and would see me after the birth. Well, I thought, if I’m going to see her then, she might as well get to know me now.
With that in mind, I walked into the new physio’s office and laid it all out on the table. Much to my delight, the physio was lovely. She listened carefully to my history (with a few “wow” and “you’ve certainly been through a lot”‘s thrown in) before explaining that she was in no way an expert in my main conditions, but she would take a look at me from a pregnancy stand point and see if there was anything she would offer me. After a thorough examination, the physio explained what is causing my current, new pain (tight butt muscles! AKA piriformis syndrome) and that, wait for it, said that this is very common in pregnant women. Apparently, three quarters of the women in her prenatal classes complain of this pain.
And, just like that, I am just like everyone else. After decades of “I haven’t seen a case this bad” and “I don’t know how to help you” I finally received a “you’re just like everyone else”. Who would have thought?