These words punctuate each and every appointment I have with the physician I fondly refer to as Dr. Buddy.
He's a wonderful, well-meaning man. You can tell his heart just breaks when he faces a patient he can't really help. Like me. He is the one who finally caught the fact that scoliosis and Scheuermann's Disease are major factors contributing to my chronic back pain. As soon as he saw the standing x-rays of my spine, three curves with correlating rotation of the discs, he sent me over to a surgeon who uttered the other three words I hear at every appointment other than those with Dr. Buddy: "EVERYBODY has scoliosis!"
I have been seeing Dr. Buddy for three or four years, through nerve tests, brace fittings and adjustments. Three or four years of "I'm so sorry!" Sorry about my pain. Sorry he can't do more. Sorry he didn't think of treatments like Botox injections sooner.
My last appointment he was pushing ribs back into place - the rotation of my spine causes ribs to do the hokey-pokey at random intervals. As he leaned his full weight into my torso, I am rather ashamed to say I farted. And it was not a girly fart. It was not a stealth fart. It was a wall shaker.
For the first time I was able to say to him, from the bottom of my heart, "I'm so sorry! I am just so, so sorry!"
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