It wasn't enough that I could pawn off annoying ideas as, "my dermatologist says...," or "my cardiologist says..." Now I can tell people that I walk/sit/run/jump/bend (or not at all) funny on the say so of my physical therapist. Again.
Sigh.
As she noted, I am far too young to be this broken. So far, this year has been pretty much nonstop minor health drama. Hope the next few months clear up the steady stream of medical practitioner visits...
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