Creepy Physical Therapist

Today I had my appointment with the Physical Therapist in regards to the problems I have been having with my back/leg. Turns out my Dr. was right and so was I. It is my sciatica nerve that is causing the problems. After a few "adjustments" today I already feel a little better. Better yet he showed me how to stretch out my leg and back so it won't continue to do this. That is the good news.

Now the bad news: My physical therapist is a freak. Really he is. I have never met a person that was more odd and had more screws missing then this person. Within a couple minutes I was thinking I had made a terrible mistake. He was talking in circles and I was having a hard time following what he was saying. About five minutes after he brought me back to his office his cellphone rang. He said he needed to get it. As he was walking out the door I thought he said, "I need to take this call from the Doctor". He was gone for about five minutes and when he walked back in this was the conversation we had in regards to his cellphone conversation.
PT: Ok, I am back. One of the babies died
Me: One of the babies died?? (I am in shock because I am trying to figure out what baby has died. My first thought was one of the cojoined twins they separated last week. I don't know why these two little girls came to mind first)
PT: One of the babies died and it's easier for my wife to leave the hospital then for me to leave here to be with them.
Me: What baby?
PT: So here is what is going on with your back.....

That was our conversation. I still do not know what baby died. I don't know if it was a puppy, kitten, human or fish. He didn't seem upset, so I have no clue. It just got stranger from then on. At one point he sat on the table right next to me (I wanted to scream "personal space" asshole) and was writing something on the clipboard. He would stop writing and then the pen would mark up my pants. I kept moving away thinking he would get the hint, but he didn't.

Yes I do feel better, but it was the strangest experience of my life. He kept talking about my husband and I was thinking, "what husband..I am gay". But I didn't want to go into my whole personal business with some freak. I was never so happy to get out of a doctors office. I didn't want to schedule another appointment with him, but as I was leaving he said, "ok, let's get you scheduled for later this week." I felt I couldn't get out of it so I scheduled two for next week. I kept thinking maybe it was me.

On the drive home I called Laura and I think she was equally concerned. I then called Lynilu who seemed equally concerned at the interaction. I think I am going to cancel my appointments tomorrow and find another physical therapist. He just gave me the creeps.