Three Advil every three hours wasn’t taking the edge off. The pain was ripping thru my left shoulder and rolling down my arm. And during sporadic moments, there was relief. And, I would breathe. But the storm returned.
Resistance to professional evaluation had run its course. It was time.
A five minute wait in the waiting room.
X-Rays of shoulder prior to examination.
“Shirt off please.”
Doctor steps in. “Resist here.” “Push back there.” “Is it tender here?” “Or here?”
“Sports injury?” As he looks at the bone protruding on the left shoulder.
He continues.
“I’d like to get x-rays of your neck. Your shoulder pain, it’s a red herring.” [Read more…]
