Yesterday, I shared that I became a PT because I was allergic to cats!
Even though my dream of becoming a veterinarian was crushed by swollen eyes and tomato-paste colored skin, I was excited to be a Physical Therapist. I wanted to help people get back to doing what they love. I enjoyed using my skills and teaching people how to walk again, how to run again, how to play their sport again, or how to play with their grandchildren again.
Being a physical therapist is super rewarding. I get the privilege to impact people’s lives in a very positive way that is often life-changing for them...and me too. I love my people - yes, they are patients or clients - but to me they are My People. I want to take care of My People!
Here’s the thing, though. PT school did not prepare me. They failed to teach me One Big Thing!
They failed to share that I couldn’t just treat My People and help them get better. They forgot to tell me that this One Big Thing would:
Yes, PT school failed to share about One Big Thing called INSURANCE!
I quickly realized that for every person I cared for, I could easily spend 10-15 minutes more on documentation just to meet the demands of the insurance so my company would get paid. Some days I saw 22 people in an “8-hour” day! Plus, I had all the notes from my PT Assistant and Athletic Trainer to review, create a plan, and sign. My “8-hour” day with My People was often 10-14 hour days.
I worked like this for 17 years then after an intestinal cancer scare in October 2014, I realized that I couldn’t work myself into time freedom. I was 40 years old and married with 2 little girls who barely knew me because my husband worked 2nd shift and we had a nanny. My youngest little girl never even hugged me!
So, what did I do?
Find out tomorrow when you see the Subject Header: “A Hug For Me!”
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