Reger Physical Therapy
510 W Tudor Rd, Anchorage, AK 99503
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Well, I was just turned away from my first appointment with Reger Physical Therapy after waiting a month to get in. I had made several calls within the past month hoping and hoping that I could get in sooner, but since I have a work schedule of 8-5 Monday-Friday and am also a single mother there was just no sooner appointment I could make.
I have CRPS, a painful, confusing, chronic, and debilitating condition with no cure, and, after 5 years without a diagnoses, little to no hope for more than 50% improvement, let alone a cure. I am 30 years old. I see a specialist, a spinal surgeon, monthly for pain control. That is all that he can offer me and is trying to convince me to have a wire put in my spine with a remote control used to shock my spinal chord in some weird approach to controlling my pain. To me, because I also suffer from PTSD from past surgical experiences, this is almost as bad as ending up in a wheelchair, which is my other alternative.
No one knows what CRPS is, and many doctors do not believe that it exists, so you can imagine my excitement when I found that Reger physical therapy has devoted a section of it's webpage to the condition and its possible non-surgical treatments.
I was so happy I immediately made a 7am appointment for a month out, and begged them to call me if anything sooner came up. In my worst moments of pain, which are daily, I would sometimes call just to see if anything earlier may have come up. Nothing, so I waited the entire month.
Finally, the morning of my appointment arrived and I went, excitedly, to the new doctor that might just give me hope, in a situation that seems so unfair and hopeless, paperwork fillled out and in hand.
I was turned away by &quot;Cortland:&quot; the receptionist and was told that they had rescheduled me for last week without telling me and I had missed my appointment and this one had been given to someone else.
I will never go back. I don't care. Just give me the wheelchair and let my 5-year old son take care of his mommy instead of being a happy and carefree child. Let him bump my leg, see my hardly concealed expression of pain, or worse, my shriek of pain and frustration and tears, and let my poor little boy say &quot;Mommy? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry Mommy.&quot;
I'm not going to chase doctors anymore. No one cares. My life feels over now, because Reger was pretty much my last desperate attempt at a normal life.
Don't waste your time with these people. They obviously have no regard for us.