I took John to the orthopedic doctor this morning, and he gave him a small shot, and told him that it was all probably psychosomatic (John corrected me: stress-induced). He didn't even take an x-ray or try any wrenching, like John was hoping for. Quackery!
We would have gone back to the original doctor, bu his office was closed this week. John will probably try to see him next week about physical therapy. And if he doesn't...
John is finally starting to feel a little better tonight. He's managed to stand up a couple of times without his left leg wobbling dangerously, and I swear I heard him fart for the first time in two days, so you know it had to have been bad before if it hurt too much to pass gas.
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