his struggle was lessening

and it wasnt for the doctors or the labs they ordered(that he would have ordered if he didnt have to money up lube the sic gatekeepers) and in spite of the baked-in-the-cake health systems propensity to move at a lightning snails pace(it wasnt in pain it had all the time in the world – marvelously he often insisted if he could hurt it it would perform better)

the doctors were damn-near eager crossed-eyed to prescribe painkillers

but he declined and watched them visibly rock back and set on their heels

he thanked them
he said for now he was able to tolerate the pain and history proved he did better when he knew where his pain was at

it was likely his refusal incentivised them to drag their feet  stick it to him  he did deny them very lucrative pharmacological kickbacks

health after all is a for-profit endeavor

who did he think he was mucking it all up

apparently with time on his side ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzcWwmwChVE ) they were going to let him have it -- his time! – youd be incorrect wrong to assume they were punishing him

they doled it out day-to-day to every day he called in and had Samantha and Annabelle and Leanna notate his calls record his adamant wonder that with the lab results in and the physician promising to call him and him struggling with pain since April It was late June He was two months into their process When could he expect their telephone call The telephone number was to his house phone He didnt want to miss the call waste their time He was out-of-doors utilising the one hundred degree-plus temperature to combat heat his pain and the bilateral joint stiffness he suffered

Annabelle noted Samanthas note and Leanna noted Annabelle and Samanthas notes

he languished in their ears reiterating chapter and verse day date and military-time

evidently their Medical irritation had benefits

his struggle was lessening without them

his hot ritual Epsom salt baths were working

his daylight-in-the-shadows outdoor saunas were working

however what was really working(hed lavishly recommend) were the testosterone spikes his girlfriend provided him in the form of emailed nudes that he could bring up day and night and dose himself(hed also lavishly endorse overdosing)

that said he recognised she had a singularly enviable body topped off by a breathtakingly beautiful face

her mind was a desperate riot of keen intellect quick wit and humour

she and a copious whisky and soda on the rocks in the evening was turning the tide

if Medicine waited much longer itd be shutting itself out

Completely

0805,  Thursday,  23  6. 16