for myself anyway, so F made the stupid appointment for me. I print out the name and address, etc. and get there right on time, well the damn office is closed- not just closed, but empty closed. When will I learn that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. I finally drove down the road to a newer clinic that recently opened up and asked the girl there if there was such doctor there. She said no, and made it sound like she died or something, so I asked her if she had any available openings. Luckily she had a 4:00, so I filled out the paperwork, using my most fancy handwriting (I was in a bad mood because I was not in my comphy clothes)after filling out the paperwork this doogie houser doctor comes in to get me…great!
Actually he was about my age, maybe a couple of years younger. He did all kinds of lovely techniques and now wants to see my money (I mean me) again tomorrow…
I can’t really say if it worked or not, I haven’t had time to sit in my favorite chair since getting back.