Rjaye wrote:
Gromit wrote:
Chuck wrote:
Not sure if you consider these cool or not, but I typed in "cool walking canes" and got these:
http://www.uniquitiesonline.com/acatalog/canes.htmlhttp://www.walking-canes.net/walkingcanesinfo.html ("pimp" canes ?)
I found the heading
"anatomically correct canes" gave me an even stranger mental image, but they turn out to be orthopedic canes. I wonder why they didn't say so straight away? What could possibly be the reason?
Okay, that was disappointing. I was pretty excited there for a moment, Gromit.
Hey, Chuck and Duncan and everyone who gave me sites to look up, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
I checked them out, and had a good time wondering if I'd look cooler with the chainlink cane, the Pimp Daddy Cane (wasn't there a rapper called Big Daddy Kane?), or the Dragon Sword Cane, which is freaking awesome!
I picked a clear lucite cane tinted green. I might get a pink one.
Just an update on last week's misery: I was miserable. I was in sobbing pain, and usually I'm a rager. I rant. I don't relate it to pain at first. Does anyone else do that--just know that the body's out of whack, and when the pain is relieved, it's "whew! That was the problem!"
Anyway, I knew I was in pain. Fell apart at my health clinic when I found out my "wonder drug" had been denied after I had been told it had been okayed. Blah. My doc straightened that out, and the drug will come to my door on Tuesday.
I asked for an appointment with my rheumatologist, who visits my clinic once a freaking month and got it Saturday. I went in to Mr. McDreamy (damn he is cute, plus I can make him laugh), and we go over my AGONY. Booger head grabbed my knee like he was squeezing Charmin. I almost leapt off the table. It turns out I have a reactive arthritis in that knee with my RA because of an ACL tear, and he suggested a cortisone shot to get me through to my drug, oh my drug...drug of my dreams...
I almost puked when he said that-sorry. I am not usually squeamish about needles, but the thought of an eight foot long pipe being shoved into my knee suddenly made me sick. Okay, a one inch regular one...but still...
Laughing, I said, "Yes, please," just like a Dickens character because my rational brain said, "What is going to hurt worse than what's going on now?"
He actually said there was nearly a cup of fluid in the joint, and that made it all easy, and actually, it was very, very easy. I was so relieved at how painless the procedure was, I think my blood pressure dropped twenty points when he said he was done. I don't know how one estimates fluid in a knee--big as an apple? A fig? A marble? Don't know.
Zanne, was it you who walked out of your doctor's office marching with your cane? I almost did that.
Again, thanks, guys, for the links. They were fun, and very, very useful!
Metta, Rjaye.
Rjaye,
I've never walked out with a cane.
Among my doctor experiences:
My mother telling the hospital she didn't give a goddamn if they had to stick me in a closet, they were admitting me. (Appendicitis, age 10) They put me in a hall. I was operated on by a drunk doctor who left a hideous large scar behind. (Not helped by the fact that I raced wheelchairs and pulled my stitches three times.)
My mother yelling at an Orthopedic Surgeon, who left me laying on a metal stretcher for two days in the hospital and ordering treatment without ever seeing me, which resulted in him refusing to treat me or release me to another doctor. So my mother visited his office and they had a come to Jesus meeting at the end of which he saw the light and I had a new doctor. (If you ever met my mother you would know why he backed down. Any sane person would back down.)
Me telling a gynecologist in Italy that she could inform my husband that he would be sleeping with her since she couldn't get my birth control pills in. She had me on a plane to Naples to get them within the hour.
Me having enough of moralistic gynecologists and telling mine that if he didn't tie my tubes I'd stick a hanger up there and he'd have to take out the whole thing. He made the appointment and did the surgery.
Me telling my next gynecologist's receptionist that I didn't really care who looked at it as long I got my drugs. (I probably sounded completely deranged, but he sent me home with Stadol to take the edge off.)
No fun until sinus infections. Then it was me telling my ear nose and throat specilalist that he was fired for making me wait 20 min past my appointment.
Me telling my husband's Orthopedic Surgeon to get rid of "that pokey thing" sticking out of my husband's shoulder. He laughed, but he did it. He came out and told me, "The pokey thing is gone." I was right despite three doctors insisting I was not and the pokey thing should not have been there. This was all after I yelled at a nurse for not giving him pain medication because he was sleeping when she was handing it out so she didn't want to be bothered doing it later. I convinced her it was in her best interests to do it.
Hmmm
Dentists. I had one dentist I loved and when we moved, I was very upset about leaving him. I hated my next dentist who was the idiot of the universe I swear. He let some tech seat the wrong crown on my tooth and he refused to fix it. I called my old dentist crying at 9 PM and made him call the new dentist and make him fix my crown. LOL (I'm not spoiled or anything!) My old dentist told me he married a woman named Suzanne because he couldn't steal me from my husband since they are friends. LOL
I haven't been to a doctor in a long time. I mostly sit around and hurt. Doctors always end up annoying me worse than the pain.
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People say I'm crazy
doing what I'm doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings
to save me from ruin
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14 Jan 2008, 9:31 pm
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