This my therapy pool. Why I ever even tried the “Y” is because I’ve been desperate to swim again and my doctor said this city facility only,1 1/2 miles from my house, was for referred therapy patients only.
I started the process so I could be referred. I went through all the hoops to be a client and that included a lot of money to dietians,and x-rays, nerve studies, bone doctors, and all that.
When it all came to my doctor sending a referral in…(my last hurtle) he told that even though I had the right insurance, my GROUP was not a part of our town’s particular pool. Workman’s Comp. was the only way in.
My Steve goes regularly to this therapy pool for his injuries from his fall off of a mountain in Balcom Canyon last year about this time. He was on a fire strike team and the unstable clay sent him down and off a high bluff.
Steve asked the pool coordinator and for a cheaper amount than the YMCA; I was able to exercise. And I did…a lot!
It’s a great place and I had a therapist the whole time. “Breathe!” “You have to breathe!” When it hurts… I have this bad habit of holding my breath. I feel better breathing-wise, but I think Im going to need ice tonight. I’m not complaining. I’m really, really elated I can have a super nice and clean pool and a wonderful therapist. I love it!
But… I’m really tired and it feels good.