In the past month, I have fallen twice at physical therapy. On both occasions, I had little warning -- I was upright and then on the floor, wondering how I got there.
I noted in a previous post that all the therapists at St Downtown seem to be saints. MT (my main physical therapist) is no exception. She started our session yesterday by saying, "I have been thinking . . ." My years of being on the administrative side of emergency medicine have taught me that it's never a good sign when a medical administrator starts a conversation with these words.
MT, however, is a therapist and not an administrator. So I hung loose while she took vital signs. The vital signs were pretty much normal except for my slightly high blood pressure (reflecting a few days of missed medications) and my oxygen saturation, which was low for me but probably normal for our altitude.
So at the end of our session, I suggested that we retest the oxygen saturation level after I walked a bit. We did.
The result was a significant drop in oxygen saturation after walking a lap. I had, as we used to say, "de-sat-ted." Never a good sign.
On my way home, while pondering what color casket to order, I remembered an adage of medical practice: Never resort to drastic measures of treatment or testing until you first repeat the test and review the test results from the second testing. So at the beginning of this coming week, I will be seeing my primary medical doc to do just this.
Stay tuned. Meanwhile, remember this: One test result does "not an action make." Hang loose.