A New Approach

So having just left the very arogant doctor's office, we climbed into the car and started for home. We were reeling from what had taken place. Each minute that went by let our brains further analyze what had just happened. In my wife, temper mounted and began to flare. "Turn the car around. I want to give that doctor a piece of my mind. I'm furious. How would he feel if he couldn't work full time, let alone 2-3 days a week, because of his ailment that wasn't being properly addressed by the 'supposed' very best doctors in the world." She was on a tare. Fuming. We continued to drive. "You're not going back to that quack," she said to me. I nodded. "I refuse to let you go back to him," okay, I said. We got onto the Triboro Bridge heading towards LaGuardia Airport.."Turn the car around." She was incensed, as she should be. I began to talk her back from the edge, and then off the roof. I said to her that I was not going to go back to Dr. Richman, the guy is truly not of stable temperment in my judgment. The conflicts between his before vacation attitude and approach were vastly different from those afterward. Even within this visit, his demeanor and approach were flagrantly differing from the very start of the conversation to when it finished. Plus, how he treated his staff, in front of a patient no less, complaining about work schedules..Just wrong. I told wifey that I'd make sure to inform Dr. Feinberg of what had taken place and suggest he not refer patients into Dr. Richman's service any longer.

The lightbulb in my head went off. In research over the preceding few days I'd come across a Physical Therapy (PT) establishment on 46th street in Manhattan. I found their website on one of the Pudenedal Nerve websites and decided to call and send an email. The following day, low and behold, I got a return email.