Another Doctor Visit.

I'm now lead to believe that I've screwed up my body enough that the heavy muscle relaxants and serious anti-inflammatory drugs and wrestling are indeed required. Sure, I've been in pain for years, but my old doctor (captain mis-diagnosis: you have an STD) didn't think that I required fixing, and I thought that I just had to 'get tough' (hangin' tough?).

I'm happy that I might be done with the "you're hurting me" stuff. I hate that. My nerves have been frazzled for so long, and I really thought that I was crazy or somehow fucked up, not that I had pinched pelvic nerves. My love life might improve as a result of this nonsense, and I welcome that, for real.

Good news, though...my BP was a mere 122/82 today, in the doctor's office. That's a record, seriously. That's a lot better than the reading from two weeks' ago.