I sure did have some kind of hissy fit during my efforts to get a referral to have my knee looked at before my leg fell off. However, now I feel as though I've been let behind that red velvet rope that keeps the unwashed masses away from the famous folk in L.A. clubs.
The Orthopedics office was quite posh and took up the entire floor of a medical complex. On my first visit I had my knee x-rayed a hundred different ways and within 30 minutes, I was talking with the doctor about the results. He decided I needed an MRI and their crack office staff would make all the insurance arrangements and... THEY DID! Who knew such a thing existed?