Yeah man, I had to go beack to the surgeons’ office today for a follow-up appointment. I had been diagnosed with arthritis in the shoulder and a small tear to the rotator cuff but at my last appointment he told me he was hesitant to cut me up unless it was really bothering me so he sent me home for 30 days.
So my 30 days was up today. I made up my mind when he sent me away last time that I was going to not take any more painkillers or anti-inflammatories during my daily activities so I could give him an honest opinion.
When I went in today I had a whole list of grievances, #1 being I can’t shoot anything heavier than a 45 ACP and #2 I can’t cast a fishing rod without pain. Actually, that was pretty much my whole list, but hey! that shit’s important to me.
The PA was the first one in. She saw my Kindle and we talked about that, her wanting to know what it could do, how many books it held, etc. The she asked me a shitload of questions about my shoulder, listened to my bitches and whines and complaints, made me do some strength tests and then split. She came back with the surgeon and we went through the whole deal again. He told me I could have a cortisone injection, surgery or both. I thought about it and figured that I might as well get this shit taken care of so I opted for both, hoping the cortisone shot would hold me over til the cutting began.
The PA came back in with a couple of interns to give me my shot and asked me a couple more questions about my Kindle and I said “Wait. You really don’t have a Kindle? I thought you Asians had all the latest electronic toys?”
Not a good idea judging by the way she rammed that fucking spike into my shoulder….. Then she asked “Did that hurt?”
“Compared to what, a fucking gunshot wound?” I growled.
“Have a nice day, Mr Lane” she smiled as she walked out.
But at least nobody stuck their finger up my ass.
So yeah, now I’m waiting to be scheduled for shoulder surgery, should be in a couple of months.