Neanderpundit

the Ogwife would fuss at me for ranting and raving at other drivers.

Now she makes me seem tame by comparison.

Guess the Region traffic Attitude caught up to her.

Now excuse me while I tape an episode of Oprah.

Irony meter: busticated.

To see if he could do something with these hands.

The bell on my bullshit detector must have gone off 200 times. The clapper finally fell off. I think he took one look at my insurance provider and thought ‘New BMW”.

He was rubbing on the muscles in my forearm with some kind of plastic tool, and saying “Doesn’t ths hurt? Let me know when this hurts”. Compared to the way my hands normally feel? Not at all, bud. Not even a little.

Like usual, for lack of anyone in the medical profession with the ability to provide any meaningful help, I guess I just learn to deal.

he reccomended a series of “Muscle stripping” therapies where his assistant would- I dunno, dissect my arms like a frog? He wasn’t too specific on the point. Sounded like a very expensive massage, and no happy ending in sight.