Dislike of Doctors

I dislike doctors worldwide. Now, in this case it may not be their fault. But it doesn't matter. A couple of months ago, before my trip to Thailand, as a matter of fact, I woke up and my shoulder hurt. I just thought I slept funny. But later in the week, when I was looking into the mirror, I noticed that the sore shoulder was 3 inches higher than the other. I was hoping a couple of Thai massages would miraculously cure it. Well, that didn't happen. But then I came down with chicken pox, so my shoulder had to wait. Then my mother had a heart attack, so I really forgot about the shoulder. But I still have a nagging ache, and just recently my hand started going numb, especially when I was driving or riding my bike. So I finally told Mr. M. he had to take me to the doctor. And he said okay. But man, did he flip out when they said they wanted to take an x-ray. So they took the x-ray, and everything looks normal. So he prescribed me steroids and anti-inflamitories. The numbness hasn't reappeared, but the nagging ache continues. And the next step is an MRI. You can just imagine what Mr. M. thinks of that. Maybe I'll try a reflexologist or acupuncture, cuz the doctors don't know what's happening. One part of me knew there was little chance that the docs could help. And yet, there was this other part of me hoping he'd look at it, give me a good whack (like a tv on the fritz), there'd be a little pain and then everything would be back to normal. Wishful thinking.