After the CT scan, I was sent to a neurologist. I'm not sure I liked this guy; you guys can tell me if I'm being silly. It wasn't one big thing, but a lot of little things that bugged me.
I get to the office, and besides having the usual plethora of medical related pamphlets and posters, it is festooned with a variety of fund raising posters. Along with a few jars for donations to different charities - ASPCA, Children's fund, etc. Never seen something like that in a doctor's office before.
His staff is wearing sweat pants. Baggy assed blue sweats with a tshirt. He is rather rumpled looking, with holes in his shoes.
He takes the CT films and goes to look at them, then comes back, hands them to me and says "I don't know what I'm looking at". Does his exam, then says he wants an MRI. He also says maybe physical therapy would be a good idea, then shrugs his shoulders; "Maybe we should wait until after the MRI. "
Just was not a real confidence inspiring visit.