Who me?
Sitting at the hospital and waiting for chiropractor to talk to me about my neck and give some exercises.
If it all had to boil down to a chiropractor then why the whole MRI business?
Well of course because they had to know what was exactly wrong, but I'll tell you one thing and that is an MRI wasn't needed at all for this.
All that a doctor had to do was inspect my neck, tell me of the vertebral herniation and refer me to a physiotherapist or whatever.
I definitely didn't need that scarring moment of entering a claustrophobic machine and feel all sorts of bad things.
Too late now.
It's done and done.
I sit here trying to not look angry and by the heaven this is the last time, the very last time I come to a hospital.
I've had it.
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