I may have just turned the corner to voodoo-magic-crazy-pants-road. Over 100 big ones of my hard-earned and stymied cash now belongs to Dimmak Herbs, purveyors of TCM (traditional chinese medicine for you normal-not-crazy folk who, when faced with the acronym, usually think of The Wizard of Oz and It’s a Wonderful Life and other wholesome Turner Classic Movies.)
I purchased two hopefully-healing tendon remedies. Oh geeze.
I just don’t like the answers that the docs are giving me.
I don’t want to keep on dying.