My Pain Doctor comes in singing Opera, Rock "n Roll, or Golden Oldies. He never
talks to me except about
the Pain Pump (In the beginning of the relationship about
a year ago) I sing back to him. I don't know what to do! He's kinda wild and
crazy and I don't dislike him but still ... is he doing his job? He doesn't know as
me as you all do.
Lately he's been hosting attorneys from distant places in his office. I hope he's there
in a month when I go back for my next appointment.
In these 6 1/2 years of Chronic Pain, I have had some of the WEIRDEST doctors.
You wouldn't believe it. Or would you?