Is this your first visit to my website?
If it is, today’s post will make absolutely no sense to you and I apologize. (I would suggest you read my “About” page today, and come back tomorrow when I’m making more sense!)
On the other hand, if you live in The OC and you’re in need of an exceptional pain specialist and/or fantastic physical therapist certified in A.R.T. –
You’ve come to the right place. (Email me, k??)
Yesterday afternoon I had an appointment with Dr. Painless, my pain management specialist.
I love Dr. Painless, I really do.
I don’t know where I’d be today if I hadn’t found him.
The man understands the horribleness of chronic pain in a way no one else in my life has.
I was downright desperate when I landed in Dr. Painless’s office.
(By the way, how DO I make Dr. Painless possessive? Painless’ office? Painless’s?)
Dr. Painless restored sanity (and sleep) to my life after several very rough years. He’s gotten me through some terrible pain flare-ups and improved my quality of life considerably. Not only that, he understands the importance of photography to me. He’s never once told me to give it up. (And yes, other medical professionals have.)
The Neanderthal, my new physical therapist and A.R.T. provider, made arrangements to attend my Dr. Painless appointment with me.
(Interesting aside: The Neanderthal ended up running through several parking lots, climbing a fence, and leaping over fire breathing dragons to arrive on time. Seriously! Regardless, he wasn’t even out of breath when he arrived. I’m not sure he’s human?)
It was sort of like “my” two medical professionals (with their very different personalities!) had an appointment with each other –
I was just there for decoration.
I was sort of like this pink, pretty, camellia. Except (snort!) not at all …!
Have you ever sat in a room and listened to two people discuss you as if you weren’t there?
Once in awhile I’d attempt to inject myself into the conversation,
They’d (sort of) humor me, and then continue on with their discussion.
The Neanderthal left the appointment with a better understanding of what he can (and can’t) do while treating me.
Hint: He can move my arm without fear of my electrodes popping out. He’s not supposed to do anything to flare me up (and I have freaky-hyper-sensitive-whacked-out nerves that flare up at everything).
Dr. Painless left the appointment knowing I love his red cuff links. (They are SO cool! I’ve never been so attracted to a pair of cuff links before.)
I left the appointment …
I have two people helping me who genuinely care.
So many medical care providers don’t.
How did I get so lucky?
This whole post-car-accident journey has not been an easy one.
It all seems so much more manageable though, when you know you’ve got really good people standing in your corner.