Today I decided to look around at the local hospitals and arm myself in case good Mr. Doctor L. decides to put me off for a few weeks. I am whining. I am venting. I am very peeved that I have heard NOT a THING from anyone since Monday. Yes I am not dying, but the pain is causing a huge disruption to my daily quality of life. Tonite I sat in the tub and just cried. I had raised my left arm and touched the wall behind me. My left would only move to a 45° angle. No more. I cannot wash dishes well, I cannot clean house well...I am just mad as a wet hen.
If I keep getting a push off, I am taking my MRI's, xrays, and notes...and finding me a doctor who will see me!
Ok, enough whining for tonite.