I was born and raised in suburbia South Florida
In high school, I was on the gymnastics team, and the swimming team but my lack of coordination and endurance constantly challenged me. In other words, I was below average in sports and soon gave them up. I was more of the creative, dreamy, academic, nerdy sort.
In eleventh grade, I developed an interest in the medical field pursuing Physical and Occupational Therapy.
I finished my Occupational Therapy internship in 1979 while learning and working at White Memorial Hospital in East Los Angeles; two weeks before the internship ended, I met the love of my life at a restaurant bar and married him in April of 1980.
I settled in California and began working at Centinela Hospital in Inglewood with stroke, traumatic brain injuries, and spinal cord injuries; then switched my interest in the early to mid-’80s to hand injuries working for two plastic surgeons as well as developing my manual therapy skills.
1990 my husband, daughter, and I moved once more to the midwest settling in Noblesville, IN.
In 1987 I met B and interestingly enough now the story changes and is no longer about ME but YOU.
B was in his late 60s when I met him at the hand center. He was working in his garage on a woodworking project one day when the unthinkable happened. For a moment his attention slipped away from what he was doing and in the next instant, his life was changed forever. The radial saw he was working on caught on his wristwatch and in the next second B let out a blood-curdling scream. His wife rushed into the garage and saw what occurred quickly calling the paramedics. Within minutes the ambulance drew up to the house, the paramedics quickly placed the shocked and traumatized man in the van and whisked both he and now his hand off to the ER. Six hours later he was bandaged up not realizing his long arduous journey to recovery was about to begin.
I never promised B he would be 100% no one is 100% even after the least traumatizing injury.
B looked like anyone else, his hand injury looked like a fracture no one could guess at the extent of the injuries sustained. Torn soft tissue, blood vessels, arteries, veins, muscles, tendons, ligaments, nerves, and bone. People came into the clinic complaining while B worked on his exercises. Eventually, everyone gets to know everyone else. They naturally assumed it was a broken arm. You probably would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when B explained what happened. To make a long story short B did eventually get use back in the hand, but it required patience, diligence, and hard work. I was just a coach, a teacher, and a therapist. Its part attitude, mind over the body, and the other is altitude, endurance, how far you are willing to push yourself? I realize that B’s story is extreme, tragic, and rare; most people’s trauma today involves repetitive injuries, postural distortions, and minor accidents.
There are many stressors in life acting on us both internally and externally but if we really want something, we need to have a laser focus on the goal.
In 1984 I was involved in a terrible auto accident. My head went through the windshield, my left hand broke while crashing into the steering wheel, and both knees were punctured by glass fragments. My goal was to get better, get back to work, and get back to life.
What are your Goals? Aspirations? Interests?
What is keeping you stuck in your comfort zone of living in pain?
No one deserves to be in a chronically debilitated state no matter what the circumstances. I can’t promise a cure, but I can promise you 110% attention on YOU 55% is focused energy on stretching soft tissue and joints, the other 55% is strengthening to improve stability.
If you are tired of living in pain call me Jody Turner for an online consultation 317 294-0892 or book online for an appointment to get the proper help in resolving your pain.