Ryan had a very comfortable and restful night. Good thing, too. I had him up early and right into his workouts because I wanted us to get to the office. Funny thing is, it was to do even more therapies here. I was excited to set-up a new message/exercise/therapy table that was bought for him from the Wish List.
We made it before ten o’clock. It took no more than five minutes to set it up. Five Minutes! I just had to unfold it and set the height where I can work on him comfortably. The most complicated thing to do was get it out of the box it was shipped in.
The damned thing is stable and solid too. After setting it up I tested it myself before even thinking of getting Ryan on it. I laid on it. Flopped around. Kneeled and rocked myself from side-to-side. Stood on it. Jumped. Tried to knock it over. For the office and the intensity of his workouts it is, in a word, perfect!
Sure, I could have done the therapy at home, but this table fits into one of the community service (and maybe revenue-generating) ideas that I know is in demand. More than that, it will be much appreciated by those tending to a loved one in their home. For those people that the therapy companies won’t touch because they either don’t think it’s worth helping them or they consider them too risky. Essentially, the same nonsense I went through (and still go through) with Ryan.
With all the sternness of a parent disciplining an unruly child, I outright called this (lack of) treatment “medically accepted neglect” to the medical audience when I spoke at the Finding Consciousness conference at Duke University about a month ago. I’ll tell you this too, I didn’t see anyone in the lecture hall disagreeing with me! On the contrary. Heads were nodding and several world-renowned doctors lined-up behind me and shared their disgust.
I suppose that for the medical industry, my scolding was just what the doctor ordered.