It seems the husband and I are falling apart, his teeth, my wrist. I am still having problems with my wrist, been going on for over 2 months. I went back to my doctor the end of September for x-rays and he still couldn't figure it out. He told me to give it another month then he would send me to an orthopedist. So Tuesday I went to the specialist, Dr. Battles.
First let me say, ladies if you need an orthopedist, he's your guy. Not only did he know exactly what was wrong with me, he is cute, cute, cute! Cutie Patootie Dr. Battles confirmed there was nothing wrong with my bones but my tendons are screwed up. He's making me wear a brace (Yuck! Hate it!) and go to physical therapy. I would usually balk at doing both but since the cute young doctor asked me to do it, I will.
The husband was so glad someone was finally able to diagnose me and get me on the right track to recovery. He wasn't as happy when I told him what a hottie the doctor was. I told the husband I needed to think of something to break so I could go back! I got the "look" of course. Then he asked, "Did you take his picture?" No, I didn't want him to think I was a weirdo! Geez!
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