Just what the doctor ordered.

So I finally went to the doctor. He gave me some drugs, referred me to a physical therapist and told me to come back in 6 weeks. I've got an appointment next week with the torture chamber, i.e. Physical therapist and I also got referred to a podiatrist to try and fix my toe. I'll let you know how it goes.

I did a nice hike in 1000 Palms yesterday for about two hours and the back was fine. Hiking feels good. I would credit the meds but I took them this morning and the back is acting up again.

Maybe I'm just allergic to work.

EPIC FAIL

I guess it's time to call an end to this experiment.  It's months later and my back still hurts.  I've kept hoping, foolishly, that my back issue would resolve itself but it hasn't and I'm going to finally head to the doctor.  I figure six months of suffering is enough.  Why did I know go earlier?  I don't know.   Fear, stubbornness, time constraints all conspired against me to cause me to delay getting proper care.  There was probably a dose of unrealistic optimism in there, too.   I just kept hoping it'd just go away.  But it didn't and I'm at the end of my patience with my weak flesh.

I'll let you know how the check-up goes.  I've got a list of minor maladies for the doctor to check on while I'm there.  Might as well get everything fixed at once.  With a new year coming on, who knows what I'll come up with the try and challenge myself.  I've got a bit less than two months to get better.