Jay and Ted, (and others...)do you feel some days like the medical profession is just out to torture you?
Bend you one way, then the other, and it never feels good. And you always wind up getting swollen and puffy again.
However, I think now over the years I've read enough about a number of you who have had very successful repair
operations. Trying to keep active busy people off knees, legs, shoulders, arms, (and neck for me...) doesn't seem to work very well
unless they completely immobilize you like in the old days. But that means longer healing times, longer unemployment paid, higher medical costs, and the cost part is nuts I think if you consider how many times you have to return to the doc since it just isn't going away.
Ah, full dose of prednisone. No wonder I'm still walking after planting 110 tomato plants this morning.
Like Ted, time for a nap.
I managed my own health a little and got my primary to write the scrip instead of waiting for ENT.
Same ENT that took a month to get the test done in his office and then set the next appt for the gradual method six weeks out.
While I can't go into a public room with lots of noise in it. The ENT doc would not stand for that one minute...if it was him. Primary doc knows exactly how decrepit my body is and wrote the reduced dose I asked for. Plus she's hauling me in for an AIC because this medicine somehow affects one's sugar level. Which is usually not good at all.
Now I know why my arthritis doc didn't mention this to me.
we have all been playing in the mud. Wet feet, dirty legs, dripping sweat in my case.
And thoroughly satisfied out by my quiet self.
Well, there's the guy with the old white Chevy half ton with the amazingly loud mufflers he taunts the
neighborhood with, just loves to play that big musical instrument of his. I think he's deaf...
But then the sound of the train whistle starts and the rumble of heavy cars start, maybe once a day, and I can feel
the train work its way past me, five miles away, as it slightly vibrates the ground.
Just keep the train on the tracks folks.
