Well, maybe. Somewhat. A little.
To be really candid: not much.
The MD was fairly pleased by my blood test results and other numbers. He did some tests and said he saw no particular medical cause for either the back pain or my sense that the ol' brain isn't working well enough.
I suppose I should feel reassured. Of course the feeling that only a full descent into gibbering idiothood would convince him that I was truly suffering some leftover results from my recent E.R. visit was not encouraging.
It's not so much that I want to convince him, you know. I simply want to find something I can do to make things better.
Since I have only been alive for three months -- as of yesterday -- this time around, I guess it's mainly a matter of waiting to see what happens in the way of improvement, stabilization or deterioration. I hate to wait.
He gave me some mild pain meds for the back and sent me on my way.
The chiropractor took a more active role, of course. His running commentary as he checked me out basically made me feel hideously deformed -- some ex-girlfriends might agree, but let's not discuss that -- and tight, twisted and generally all stove-in.
After that, he twisted, cracked and tugged.
End result: maybe a 30% reduction in the pain. Worthwhile, but far short of miracle status. I'll try as long a walk as I can manage later on.
Once the pain pill kicks in, that is.
PARENTHETICAL NOSTALGIC NO-PAIN-NO-GAIN THOUGHT: I wish circumstances were such as to let me "cure" my back ailment the way I did when it flared up some 20 years ago. At the time I was afflicted, I found myself at a race track in Wisconsin on a 100-plus-degree, intensely humid summer day. After a half-hour's high-speed driving -- in a car without air conditioning -- I emerged sweat-drenched but in no pain at all. I made some money, had some fun and healed my back all at once. It doesn't get much better than that....
Don't have to see the MD again for another month. I'll be back at the chiropractor's office on Tuesday.
17 hours ago