It might be different where you live, but my experience is that pain clinics are unlikely to take a walk-in patient. Because of the risk of painkiller abuse [insert an eyeroll here], almost all pain clinics require a referral from another doctor with a diagnosis for whatever is causing the pain.
FYI: urgent cares should take Obamacare insurance. If you’re worried about cost you can call and ask if they take your insurance and how much their co-pay is, if any.
Get your butt to an urgent care. They can best do a basic evaluation to see if it’s something serious, especially because it’s getting worse. You don’t want to wait until you’re unable to move. The worst thing that happens is they say it’s a strain and give you some muscle relaxants to tide you over for a while. (Actually, the real worst thing that happens is that they dismiss you because women’s pain is more likely to be dismissed. Ugh.)
Good luck and take care.
You may be familiar with PA, but not everyone reading our blather will. :-)
I grew up on Da 'Gisland a million years ago.
If given half a chance, I’d probably still put potato chips on anything I could.
Heck, to use the non-American definition of the word “chips,” I spent most of my life in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a city known for many things but gastronomically for putting french fries (the other kind of “chips”) on sandwiches and salads!
When I was a kid, maybe 11 or 12? I was at the birthday party of some kid. Mind you, this was the 1970s. The parents dumped us all in the “playroom” (a big basement room, finished and with furniture) with some toys and games and a table full of food and they had their own little party upstairs. Meanwhile, we had a table full of candy and chips and cupcakes and bread and sandwich stuff and whatever to drink.
For whatever kid reason, we started making the Weirdest Sandwiches We Could Think Of. Mine, I will never forget. One slice of bread slathered with peanut butter, upon which went M&Ms, chocolate Twizzlers, potato chips, and Fritos, folded in half like a taco.
How did it taste? Well, I made a second one. But I was 11 or 12 and had the food palate of a caveman.
Voat became such a garbage site. It was (barely) tolerable in its early days but with the influx of the reddit refugees from the FPH and “Chimpire” subs, it started down the path to trash fire. My favorite (sarcasm) part was how the racists even attacked the Voat creator & original boss because he was Muslim. Yet the owner was such a tool that he shrugged it off with “Free Speech.”
By the time it failed – and yes, I know that there’s a version of Voat still around but it’s like 300 white supremacists all doing a giant circle jerk – there wasn’t a place on Voat that wasn’t a toxic cesspool.
I recently told this tale but I’ll tell it again: There was a short lived Reddit alternative that closed down for, as best as I can tell, mostly trying to run at just the wrong time. They sounded a lot like Beehaw: Open communication but no hate speech allowed.
They started growing around the time that Reddit was cracking down on the alt-reich subs that were doxxing people and making actual threats of violence, like the_dondon (You know what I mean) and its ilk, plus stomping out the incels. Both groups went crying to Voat. Voat, amusingly, called them all poseurs and downvoted them off the site. So they - especially the alt-reich kids - went to the new site.
The new site handled them with such grace it still boggles my mind. They told them all, basically, “Thanks for coming! It’s so nice you want to be here, but, sorry, you’re breaking our rules. Here’s your hat. So sorry you can’t stay with us! We wish you all the best. Bye bye, now!” and deleted all their accounts and the communities they created, and that was that.
It was a cute site and it could have been something nice, but it just didn’t fully get off the ground. I feel bad that I cannot remember the name of it.