Last Friday an Orthopedic doctor (little d) spent a few minutes examining X-rays of my knee and telling me most of the pain was caused by arthritis. He twisted my good knee and then my bad one for almost a full minute. He then did a fine job of injecting my knee full of steroids; never felt the needle, so he was good at something. The steroid shot was supposed to alleviate pain for “up to three or four months”; try two, maybe three days.
He spent the rest of the time ridiculing and belittling me for not having regular medical check-ups as if I were a school boy sent to the office for disciplinary action. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind; the arrogant prick ( I softened my tone by calling him an arrogant prick; imagine what my original thought was). I know enough to keep my mouth shut; never argue with a fellow who has a needle.
I’m not complaining; this is what I’ve come to expect from the medical profession. Most of the time they get it right by the second or third attempt; why else would they call it a practice? Is it any wonder I haven’t scheduled regular examinations, a chance to fork over hard earned money and be insulted by mediocre medical practitioners; the heck with that!
There’s a down side to all this; getting old requires more frequent trips to patch things up as they fall apart. I’ll have no choice but to listen patiently to some doctor wearing a white lab jacket explaining how I should have taken better care of my self.
Okay, now you can wish me a Happy Birthday. Sitting here with my knee iced down is getting to be the norm; if it doesn’t get better soon I’ll miss Spring Training with the Astros, again.