Trip End- From the guy who didn't make it

Okay, so I'm Tallahassee waiting to get an audience with one of the local orthopedic gods. Apparently, if I hadn't seen an orthopedic specialist in Boise, I would have seen somebody a week ago. But, since I did. they have to "review my case" before scheduling an appointment. What, are they trying to get their stories straight? It's frickin' broken, I'm guessing anybody can see that from a cell phone picture taken surreptitiously in Boise. Do they think I photo shopped it?

So far, all my research (high quality Internet, of course), leads me to believe that surgery is the absolute worst solution because, it seems like 9 times out of 10, they screw the plate into a nerve. So, unless somebody tells me without surgery I'll never play lead guitar again (does it matter that I can't play it now?), I'm prepared to live with one shoulder a couple of inches shorter than the other (Hunter's words of wisdom: "You don't have any tailored clothes")