Chitra evaluates me by asking several questions, some of which I ask her to repeat because of her heavy Indian accent. She also tests the resistance of my leg with her hands and teaches me a bridging exercise. I lift my butt off the table with my knees arched. Chitra tells me to repeat this 10 times twice a day before sending in an attendant with a bag of ice and some kind of electronic device I quickly dub the tingle machine.
Physical therapy doesn't impress me much, especially at $100 a pop out of my own pocket. Over Christmas, Tom, who has been in physical therapy for different reasons, tells me that he just handed a $6,000 check from his insurance company over to his provider. "I feel better, but not that much better," he said.
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