Do you love your family?
For those of you out there that have seen The Carnival of Lost Souls (The Rodger Corman's version), you can relate to what I am about to say. Whereas a group of face painted phantoms surround you on a carousel, that's much the experience that you will feel when you walk into this orthopedic "center". The first thing that you will notice is a haggard, expressionless receptionist, which will rush you on to explain yourself while not listening at all. As you wade your way back to the waiting room to join the sea of lost souls, you'll will realize that you are in some sort of perpetual purgatory where the only release for you is if you go ahead and walk back out the front door. Otherwise, "welcome to Hades". They may see your mouth move, they are not listening at all. In the end, you will realize that your 6 feet under and they are not here to help at all. The realization at the end is that you are dead in the water and they are just a bunch of fat redneck hillbilly sheriffs and they are just there to dredge your dead lifeless body off the bridge and scratch at their fat redneck bellies and say, "i wonder what happened?" That is about the best that you can expect from this group of buffoons.