Physios are the dog's nads.
Following my prang, I visited 101 doctors and specialists and positively glowed from the X-ray man's attentions. But none of these guys achieved anything more than saying "hmm, come back in a week" and sending me a bill.
The physio, OTOH, was a star. She told me what was wrong (and, was later proved correct) and did stuff that actually made me feel better.