Cured? Hardly.
So I learned what NOT to say to the doctor.
I had yet another appointment with my surgeon yesterday about ye ol’ arm… and it was supposed to be at 11. Well they didn’t stick me into that little room until 11:15, and then over half an hour later he finally barged in, Physician’s Assistant in tow.
I’m taking the wait in stride (thank you awesome new games that came installed on my phone), and gave him a “hey there! thought you forgot about me! haha”
oops.
he shot me a glare like he wanted to just rip my arm off to solve my problems, and then cooly said “no.”
Realizing I pissed him off, i tried to keep up being jovial and said how I noticed it was extremely busy out there, yada yada yada. He wasn’t buying it, and instead kept interrupting me and tugging on my elbow. He literally did two things… one where i had to pull his fist (not his finger), and then he dug into my elbow with his fingers saying “this used to kill you, now he doesn’t hurt as much”… and without even waiting for me to wince “no” he left the room.
so i asked the PA, am I supposed to follow him? He was like, I guess. and so i went out to find him writing something on my chart. and I’m still shooting questions at him, like can I start to work out again? I still feel some pain my elbow, is this normal?
dr deuche just said “yeah, you’re fine. we don’t even need a followup.” and with that, he thrust the paperwork into my hands, and dipped (urban alert!).
so yeah, I KNOW that everything isn’t fine, I’m just in less pain… but I’m gonna try to work through it anyways. Which means, in about two days after I start working out upper body again you’re gonna see a post from me entitled “I’m Broken Again.”
