The chiropractor (no, I didn't kill him - yet) tried his darndest, but couldn't "fix" my neck and shoulder issues, so he, being the conscientious fellow he is, sent me for neck x-rays. It appears I have cervical stenosis and some bone spurs. Sounds horrid, but isn't really uncommon at my age. Nonetheless, Dr. Bob told me it was time to go see my primary care physician.
That's a tricky proposition. In name and on important medical forms my PCP is Dr. D. Presumably he's been our family doctor for the past 3 years or so. I say "presumably" because in reality we've never met him, let alone had an appointment with him. When we started going to the clinic several years ago, we DID have a doctor (and we loved him dearly!), but when he moved on to a different type of medicine we were left with 2 nurse practitioners and an invisible doctor. My favorite NP is Reena who is about 4'8" and is from India. She has a beautiful smile and a wonderful manner. And (confession time) it's very entertaining to watch her climb on a footstool to be able to reach my chest to hear my heart. ;)
Accordingly, I went to see Reena. She looked at the x-ray report and did lots of poking and prying and asked a bunch of nosy questions. Then she declared, "Muscle relaxers and physical therapy; and when are you due for another colonoscopy?"
A colonoscopy will not help my neck pain, so I let that one go unanswered...
To make a long boring story into a shorter and yet still amazingly boring story: She gave me
At least I think I set up a therapy appointment. I can't tell for sure because I'm "flexxed".
Or am I? I can't remememember if I took the pill or not. I though I did right after breakfast, but how can I be
Oh well, it's so