DR., DR., GIMME THE NEWS

So, we go see Poopy's PCP today. She orders an x-ray after asking PD to gauge his pain on a scale from 1 to 10 (He tells her 10, and that's the first indication that I have just how miserable he really feels... he rarely gives up that kind of information) and has him turn his poor shoulder every which way but loose. Nothing broken. Then comes the dreaded (but half-expected) "I'm going to refer you to an orthopaedic surgeon," which really pisses Poopy off because his gut told him to call that guy in the first place... Nothing like wasting a doctor visit. So we'll see what comes of that.

I was wrong aboot his appointment tomorrow. It's in the afternoon, not morning. So I will get some sleep before we go. Good thing, maybe I won't get cranky sitting in rush hour traffic in these temperatures on the way home instead of on the way there.

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