Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Me in my bathing suit

So I walk into a Marin County Physical Therapy Office for an appointment. A Seattle friend had recommended a wonderful physical therapist 45 minutes from where I live. "He's wonderful, Shawn!" she told me. "And be sure and wear your bathing suit underneath your clothes because he might want you to sit in a hot tub or put you in a pool to swim laps or sit in a sauna during your session".

"WOW!" I thought. "This is going to be fun!"

Marin has a reputation of being perhaps a bit more holistic, intuitive and spiritual than it's neighboring counties.

I happened to be in the area, so I just walked in to make my appointment.

When I told the receptionist who I wanted to see, she pushed her mouth to the far side of her face and whispered, "he's only working part-time these days." She leans in closer, darting her eyes back and forth, making sure no one is within listening ear: "He's only seeing celebrities at this time..."

I rolled my eyes at her in an amused disbelief and then focused them on the long line of physical therapist's business cards along the counter. From Hellerworkers to Reiki to Reflexology to Sports Medicine. How could I possibly decide which specialist to choose?

My eyes finally stopped and softened upon a woman's name, Sophie. Such a sweet, beautiful name. I picked up her card and plunked it down on the counter saying, "Then I would like to make an appointment with Sophie."

She stepped back and said in a distant voice, "I don't make appointments for Sophie, but I'll give her the message when she's through with her 1 o'clock appointment and she'll call you."

"Fine", I said and drove home.

An hour and a half later, she called me. She was comfortable and inviting as I expected her to be. We made our appointment for the following Tuesday.

Sophie was on time when she greeted me warmly from the waiting room. She lead me down the hallway into one of the rooms and I sat across from her in a chair. She seemed so genuinely interested in me.

I began to tell her about my injuries and how it hurt when ... I did this ... or whenever ... I did that ... and she was extremely kind and gracious. Just as I knew she would be with her beautiful name. She asked me a lot of questions. Her face showed such concern and even sadness when I expressed to her my story.

I glanced down at my watch and worried she wouldn't have enough time to do any bodywork on me as my 50-minute appointment was closing in on us, when she asked, "Can I give you a cup of tea? A glass of water?" I remember being told to drink lots of water before and after a massage because the body can become dehydrated after bodywork, so when she left the room to bring my water, I believed this was my Que to quickly dress down to my bathing suit.

She returned shortly after, and without a change of expression continued asking me questions about my life. I smiled under my breath, thinking, "How "Marin" is she!" Finally, she asked me, "Are you seeing a physical therapist?"

I said, "Well, no. That's why I'm here."

She looks down at me, sitting there, stripped down to only a bathing suit, and without blinking an eye, or a flicker of an expression, she handed me her business card and said, "I'm .. a .. clinical .. psychologist."


Rayne said...

Oh! OH, no! Oh, this is so funny! I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at your expense, but, oh, my! This is just the best. I wonder what she wrote her blog after that?

Janet said...

Oh No! I would have died! I guess you still got a big bill at the end, huh?

Monica said...

Oh Shawn, this one might take the cake! That is so funny! I hope you weren't too mortified, since we are now all laughing at your expense. Thank you for sharing this story with us though. And take comfort in knowing that I'm sure she's seen MUCH crazier things than that!! :o)

danny said...

What a story! Judging by her reaction, she must be good.

Courtney said...

that is too funny, thanks for sharing, she sounds like she is very good at her job. :)

paula said...

For real?! That's too funny, Shawn! The two of you must have shared a good laugh once you both were aware of the mix-up! Thanks for sharing a truly great anecdote!

Dave's blog said...

Hey Shawn, I'm feelin' you!
I went to the store in my boxers once! I was so inspired by your blog I just wrote about mine.
Check it out,

mark said...

Well I'll be a monkey's uncle haha! I used to live in Marin in the late 70s and early 80s when everyone was either a massage therapist or a celebrity. I'll never forget my rock n roll dentist who gave me the gas just for cleanings.

ValGalArt said...

you are so hilarious!!! I laughed out loud and loved every moment of reading this! Now I know that i am not the only one that does these things...