I just returned from this morning's doctor appointment. It didn't go exactly as I had hoped.
He asked how the back was feeling and I made a point of telling him that it was feeling much better than it had last week, and that I thought that maybe with a couple of more days of rest I'd be able to go back to work.
Damn doctor wasn't falling for it for a second. He made me do some movements like twisting, stretching, bending, and so on and so forth. Naturally it was impossible for me to do some of them at all, and some others made me groan despite my best efforts to not do so.
Tricky bastard.
Now I have to go see a frigging chiropracter tomorrow, Friday, and again on Monday. Then a follow up with this doc again next Tuesday. This is just dragging on and on.. I'll be stuck here in this hotel for at least another week.
My patience for this damn situation is really wearing thin. The only thing that has kept me even a little patient up to now was the hope that maybe I could get back to work in the next few days. Another week stuck in this hotel and I'm gonna go nucking futs.