For a relatively healthy guy, I feel like I have been spending way too much time having doctors’ appointments.
I go to the doctor for this. Then I have to have an ultra-sound and go see another doctor for that. Then I have to go have a CT scan. Then come back and have a procedure done. Then … well, you see what I mean.
When I was a little kid, we went to the doctor for shots — that new-fangled polio vaccine, for instance — and when we got sick or hurt. In those days, when you cut yourself and your mom thought you needed stitches, she’d call the doctor and take you up to his office, where he’d stick you with some novocaine, clean away the blood, then stitch you up.
Imagine trying that these days. “Well, it’s May 5. The doctor can see you the 15th.”
That’s why we have to rush to an emergency room or an urgent care facility for something like stitches these days.
Thank goodness nothing I am experiencing currently requires stitches, although, without going into detail and being indelicate, one procedure had better damn well involve some serious local anesthesia.
I’ve always been impatient, in every aspect of my life. As far as I’m concerned, using the pool at RiverWinds for pain in my hips for a couple of weeks should have magically made the pain subside.
Logically, I understand it will probably take a while to feel any improvement, but that doesn’t make me any less impatient for the pain to go away.
One good thing I’ve noticed is that I am taking fewer medications today that I was awhile back. I always thought I took too many pills for a relatively healthy guy, but I notice I keep calling myself a relatively healthy guy while describing aches and pains — so something must be amiss.
Ah, well, generally I feel good and look marvelous. What else could I want?