osteopath

A while back, I had a recurring pain in my right should that wouldn’t go away. I had the same thing a few years ago and my doctor diagnosed it as rotator cuff tendonitis-bursitis. She gave me a cortisone shot in the shoulder joint. This time around, following the advice of the boyfriend (a.k.a. the brit), I decided to go to an osteopath. Since I was an osteo-virgin, I asked the brit if I would have to remove any clothing and it was a good thing I did. For some reason I had pictured Dr. Osteo as a crotchety old know-it-all French doctor or an old hippy, so I was in for quite a shock. Not only was Dr. Osteo young, but he was cute. Cute in a “cute-little-French-guy-you-can-take-home-to-your-mother” way. As soon as I saw him I was glad that I wore bum-covering knickers because the only thing worse than having a male doctor see my bare backside is having a very cute male doctor see it…