There was a throwback to the old days that I just didn't need. I had been having a lot of positive, productive experiences with doctors lately. Less so today. It wasn't that it was a negative experience. The orthopedist was perfectly pleasant. She just didn't have anything to offer that was really going to move me forward, to lessen pain and increase flexibility or core strength at this time. She didn't think my MRI was particularly indicative of anything other than the degeneration she would expect to see in someone my age with my other physical ailments. She suggested that steroid shots in the areas that hurt might be useful, but the other stuff (especially what I'm seeing the thoracic surgeon for) would probably take precedence and make shots harder to tolerate. As nice a human as she was, I'm really feeling like this was a waste of two months.
I'd like to roll with this punch, but I'm going through too much these days to keep my usual good attitude about it. To be perfectly frank, I have my cranky pants on. Give me a few days to absorb the disappointment.
We didn't have our entire usual game group this evening. This is the week for the small group, and one of our core folks is sick. So those of us who remained played a board game next door. It mostly got my mind off of the frustration. Not entirely, but enough for now.
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