Doctor Time

Wow. Simple task. Clearing space for the AC repair guy to get to the fan in the attic. Move a few things. Except one of the things is a little heavier than expected. It’s picked up at an odd angle. Presto, muscle groups in the back protest. The remnants of the protest remain this morning. Soreness. Ugh. Unpleasant in any situation but especially in a cold house which is cold because the AC/Heater fan decided to quit. Boo!! Another story for another day.

I may give my doctor a call for the back. I have a Doctor of Osteopathic medicine and he worked magic with my back with a simple twist and pull the last time this happened. I see no reason to suffer needlessly. I wish I had understood in my youth exactly what a DO did, although I think the profession has changed a lot over the years. Anyway, I may have endured a lot of needless suffering in my youth. Better late than never. Just another example of cognitive bias, I guess. Medical Doctors were all I knew. Now I have a Doctor of Osteopathic medicine. Things change. And he has a good bedside manner.

Of course, I still have my specialists, ophthalmologist, dentist, cardiology, cardiovascular, dermatology, gastroenterology, and ear nose and throat. All of them are medical doctors. Together, I have eight men and women dedicated to keeping me ticking. What a team. Now I just have to hope that my regular doctor can make space for me today, or maybe tomorrow. We’ll see. In the meantime, it’s me and Ibuprofen.

John W Wilson

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