He was late (my GP is almost always running late, but I know she's worth the wait). He didn't introduce himself or the student with him. He asked for my symptoms, then had student boy play "guess the spinal problem!" He proceeded to talk about me as though I wasn't there and touch me without telling me beforehand. He told me that P.T. is an absolutely inviable option (bullshit!), and that my only options are surgery and an epidural. I told him about my needle phobia and he acted like I hadn't said anything; apparently, I needed to take care of this problem so that I could have babies. Being childfree, I found that quite offensive.
He told me that I needed a new MRI because mine was almost a year old. OK, fine. I go talk to his nurse about scheduling it and I ask for an open MRI; I don't like the enclosed space of a regular MRI. What'd she say? "Well, you got through the first one just fine!" *twitch* I insisted, and she acted like I had asked her to cut off her eyelids or something.
Needless to say, I never went back. My third round of PT proved effective; it's been a year with significantly less pain. I have almost no sciatica *knocks wood*, though I still have some numbness. My back went out in March, and oh god was that awful. Muscle spasms, Flexaril, and Prednizone. It was the first time I've missed class because of my back; I literally could not move without being in agony. Nothing would beat my sciatica into submission, which scared me; it's always at least <i>responded</i> to OTC NSAID's. Prednizone finally whipped it into shape. I'm terrified of feeling pain like that again. Gotta say, though, my back's been good lately.