The Specialists

Ugh.

Tonight at my regular rehab session for my knee, my supervising doctor/chiropractor told me that they are referring me to two specialists: a physiatrist and a psychologist.

My first reaction? A physia-what?

My second reaction? Oh fuck. They think I'm loony toons and in need of a psychologist.

Anyhow, even though it's probably standard protocol in these situations, and for my own good, I can't help but feel slightly paranoid. It's four months later, and I'm still in pain, and it seems like no one believes me. That or they are prepping me for the worst: the possibility that I'll never get better.

:(