Dear Physio

Dear Physio,

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We get it now. We get it that you are not just the pretty girl we see when we have a spasm in our back. We get that you did not just go to varsity and study this degree because you were too fancy to be a nurse. We get that your role in the medical profession is undervalued, misunderstood and not at all appreciated enough. I speak on behalf of many when I say, I am so sorry that I had no idea of what you guys really do and achieve. I also had no idea of the lives you save. Your service in the ICU ward where you literally beat death out of COVID lungs made me stop to think about what it is you actually do.

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In the busyness of the wards and enormous pressure on other hospital staff, you, just by the dynamics of your therapy, spend more one-on-one time with the patient than anyone else. During your consultations, you are probably the only human in the day that has a real conversation with the patient, perhaps relating some news from the outside world and adding a tiny bit of hope and dignity into their very sterile, masked and PPE-limited world.

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When our recovery lodge had one post-COVID guest after another, and they all desperately needed your care, my staff and I finally got it. You are really irreplaceable. Yesterday, I watched a doctor, probably one of the smartest scientists I have ever come across, make a call to you. She looked at me and said, let me run this past the physio; they are teaching us so much in this pandemic. She then paused and said in her matter-of-fact way: “The one positive of this horrid virus is that we are all learning from each other, there is no space now to be threatened. I love that. I hope it always stays like this.”

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