Long Day's Journey Into Neck

Well, it took all day, but I finally saw the "pain management" doctor. The appointment was for 3:30pm. I signed in at 2:55pm and began signing my life away on paperwork that was WAY more complicated than the stuff I signed when I closed on my townhouse. And, by the way, what's up with having to repeat information several times in the same bundle of papers? Like, how many friggin' different times was I asked who referred me to this place?

I was done with the paperwork at 3:25. I know 'cuz I checked the clock. I saw the doctor at 5:35pm.

Seething, I was.

When I finally met the man, I was pretty growl-y. He apologized profusely. Then, when he began examining me, I realized that he reminded me of someone. He had a Jeremy Piven/Ari Gold thing goin' on. He was funny, a fast talker, kinda sarcastic and completely on his game. Short buzzed hair, 5 days growth on his beard, chunky, short, in his mid-thirties, and personality in spades. A cocky smartass cub who would mature into a fine bear some day. A smart, smart guy who looked me in the eye and told me he wanted to make me feel better, and was going to do anything he could to make that happen.

I had to smile. And fantasize.

We decided, together, that Dr. Cubby McEntourage would be stuffing an epidural needle full of steroids into my neck some time on Friday. Time to be determined tomorrow, because by this time most of his staff had gone home for the day. It'll be a series of THREE shots, spaced two weeks apart. Then, he wrote me a script for Celebrex and some kinda muscle relaxer for in the meantime and sent me on my way.

I'm still smiling because I get to see him three more times in the next six weeks. I'm finally back in a LTR. I can't WAIT to tell my mother that I'm dating a doctor!

Shut up.