Before and during my vacation I made the effort to do all the exercises Doyle told me to pursue at least five times a week. (Looking at my iCal file, I did!) The result? One more thing to add to the routine: this really weird thing which proves I’m even more uncoordinated than I want to recall.
The bigger surprise was him telling me this was the last session. Not due to insurance refusing to pay for anything further…for a change. There weren’t going to be any more new exercises and I could carry this on myself. Should my back improve and/or feel better, I can scale back the series of exercises from five-to-seven days/week to three-to-five days/week. I did let him know about the setback I felt hauling my luggage yesterday; it was that weird heavy-gravity sensation in the lower regions. Doyle could relate because we agreed on Southwest having a rotten location at the Las Vegas Airport.
How do I feel? Relieved and bummed. Thankfully the relieved emotion is stronger. I do have some recourse. Should I need Doyle’s assistance again, I have up to 60 days to return without a doctor’s referral. Sounds like a plan. It would be easier if another refill of painkillers came with it or a hot tub to soak the soreness away like the timeshare has.