It was right about a month ago when I did the first post in this series and as of today I can officially say I am getting better. After walking you through the process, the MRI, the insurance fuckarow and the diagnosis it finally came down to it. I just completed
I don't even know how long this has been going on now but I do know I am finally getting near the end game. Last week I had my MRI scheduled and everything was going along as good as can be expected until the day of the MRI. I had
I used to suffer from the occasional panic attack episodes (meaning 1-4 over the span of 2-3 days) every year, year and half growing up. I didn't know what they were, nor did my parents ever really see fit to have it looked into. It's not their fault; I
When we last left off I was a few days away from visiting the new orthopedic surgeon and had really just gotten started in "The Process."
Well, I'm down in the process now!
Last Saturday I had the chance to meet the new doc and honestly? I was super impressed. This guy? This
Chapter one, so you fucked up your knee. I like to think of the aging body as an aging car. Once the odometer gets past 50,000 miles something starts to rattle loose. In my case I'm a '61 Chrysler with really bad shocks. Really fucking bad. I'm pretty certain I