Hm. "Some of your symptoms don't make medical sense." Oh, pardon me for not being a textbook case. You ask me if doing x hurts, and I answer yea or nay; I don't bone up on what should and shouldn't happen to make your life easy. I'm the expert on how my body works, Mister Consultant, Sir.
"Like flinching when I just touch your skin." Uh, right. When doctors touch me there, it's usually followed by either a sharp poke or an even sharper pointy thing, and you wonder why I flinch?
But these are small beer (it does seem to be a beer reference day today, somehow). He's prepared to take me on if and only if I stop seeing Dr Walker, my pain bod. Apparently he thinks it's not a good idea for me to be being seen by two consultants at once. Asking me to make a snap decision there and then seems... hm. You know.
Plus points for Dr Walker: he's gentle, he understands how my pain works, the treatments he's giving me are at least maintaining my level of discomfort. I've been seeing him for four years now, and I get on just fine with him.
Plus points for Mr Shergill: He's said "I think I can do something for you, whether it's surgery, more injections, or whatever."
That's it. Someone I trust, against someone who offers more hope.
Still, I have breathing space. He's not going to touch me until I've had another MRI, which'll take about a year for me to percolate up the list, so we've agreed I'll continue seeing Dr Walker at least until I've had the scan.
I ought to be feeling happy. Why do I just feel awful instead? I think I could do with some sleep.