mthor

We do miss him. I haven't played slap-the-perv in weeks.

The radiologist would be the best person to read it; sometimes, a second opinion might be required (that is, of another radiologist) for insurance or workman's comp. It depends on what the MRI shows. If you need to be referred, though, you may have to go through your primary; I don't know if chiropractors in NJ can refer, or if your insurance will cover his referrals.

Only as regards his or her interpretation of the MRI. Not in regard to the final diagnosis, treatment, or your chiroparctor's utilization of the information provided by the radiologist.

After s/he does an official reading, s/he will send both a report and a disc to the chiropractor. Your chiropractor may look at the images, but, unless he is pathologically arrogant, will also read the report and defer to the radiologist''s reading. And before you tell me that your chiropractor can read MRI's, I'm sure he can - to an extent. I can read xrays. I can tell you whether you have pneumonia or heart failure, whether you have a punctured stomach or intestine or are just full of shit (yes, that does show up on xray), or whether your neck is broken, among other things. But you would be ill-advised to take my conclusions - or your chiropractor's, since neither of us have done a four-year residency in radiology, and because neither of us does continuing education on it in the amount that a radiologist is required to.

I have absolutely no impulse control.

He's not going to read it. At least, you'd better hope he doesn't. The radiologist (who is a real doctor) is going to read it.

Not so much any more. When AIDS first started showing up, and they didn't have really effective screening tests, blood and blood products were a problem. Now, not so much. The Red Cross screens for HIV and various and sundry types of hepatitis, and so do private companies like the ones that produce blood products like clotting factors and Rhogam.

I'll keep the cats.

Thanks for reminding me - my granddaughter just turned 7, and I have to make sure that my daughter still has her copy. It may be a couple of years, but it's best to be prepared.

You can catch it from a man, you can catch it from a woman, or you can catch it from a needle. You don't need any statistics to know that. And statistics aren't much protection.

What do statistics have to do with mode of transmission? You can catch it from a man, you can catch it from a woman, you can catch it from a needle. (Not, of course, that you'll ever have to worry about it; celibacy does have its compensations.)

You can lose that with a woman, too.

Oh, just try it. What's there to lose?

Ice (15 minutes on, 15 minutes off), elevate, and the compression glove is a good idea. Oh, and rest (no :fap:) Please keep in mind that a fracture can only be ruled out by xray, and that advice on an anonymous cartoon message board is in no way equivalent to assessment and treatment by a live health care professional. And please, please say that you filled out paperwork in case this turns into one of those unpleasant workman's comp things.

Oh. yeah - anytime you move. I broke my tailbone once; it's amazing how many things are attached to one's ass.

Plum is really good - my mom used to make it. My current favorite is peach jam - my sister makes a no sugar added peach that is amazing.

That is high, but one reading does not hypertension make. You probably need to call your PCP, let them know what happened (including the second pressure) and see if they want to maybe have you monitor and record it (Most drugstore chains have a BP machine, and even cute little cards to record your pressures on.) or come in a few times and have it checked (in our office, that's a nurse visit, not an office call, so it's free.)

Everything above the neck I hate - headache, ear ache, toothache - but anything between the neck and feet is fine.

It's kind of rewarding, because the only time I ache is when I've gotten something accomplished, like a lot of yard work or moving furniture. It's sort of like a "well done" thing. Edit: but not my feet. When my feet ache, it's usually just another bullshit day at work.

Abracadabra! You're a pizza!

I think I remember you, and I'm not cringing as I do it, so welcome (back)?

It's sad that he's gone, but 96 years is a pretty good run, especially when you've spent so many of them making people laugh.

Oh, yeah. Him.

Congratulations on making it through the maze without being devoured by the hideous bandersnatch. But who gave you the secret password?

You need benzos, my friend. Not nearly so hard on the liver.