What this body is experiencing is full-blown Sjogren’s, and maybe something else.
The end of the inflammation would surely mean the end of the stiffness and pain. My hands would regain their strength and acuity and I wouldn’t act like a zombie every morning any more.
It is always a pleasure to meet with the charming and approachable Dr. T. I did not expect to do battle with him.
Getting the form for the prescription of medical marijuana was the easy part. Finding a doctor sufficiently well seated in the current century to give me the prescription? That’s a lot harder.
Even Hippocrates would have appreciated the idea of shoving a camera into a human orifice and taking a visual safari through the guts of the matter.
What would you have done in Ken’s plastic shoes? Move the patient or call for professional help?
I tend to push off bedtime. The other end of bedtime is waking up screaming.
Yes, you can have cancer right in the omentum and you can bet it’s having a lovely time gorging itself.
Akathisia reactions are so rare that doctors don’t worry about them. I’ll bet that one of my docs two decades ago is still worrying about these reactions, however: I nearly committed suicide on a half dose of Prozac he had prescribed for pain.
When one considers the level of stress in our society, its effect on the adrenals and thus on the endocrine system, and the plethora of people sick with mysterious “auto-immune disorders”, is it really so crazy for a patient to inquire after the state of those endocrine organs?