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Yeah... I wish |
This time, however, we had a game. And the pain still hasn't gone away (a week later.) So last Thursday I went to volleyball, even though I had still a little pain in my knees. I did half an hour of a game again the girls team so they could get some practice, and I was in excruciating pain. I left after only half an hour and since all the Asperin was gone, I grabbed the next best pain killer – whiskey.
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Fuckitall. |
I went to the doctors bright and early and was seen before my appointment at 9 am. The doctor did an ultrasound of my knee and since he could find anything (surprise, surprise) he sent me off to get an x-ray. After I was shot three times, I went back to the doctor who said everything looks normal
So why am I in excruciating pain? Well, voice in my head, the doctor did have a theory. He said, since my kneecaps look find and my bone structure is impeccable the only problem could be the cartilage between the kneecap and the bone. Maybe some had broken off, or worn off or whatever. Either way, he said he wants me to get an MRI. That way he can say for sure if I need surgery (which is very unlikely) or some other treatment.
So. I now have an appointment for Monday to get an MRI.
Now, James, to answer your question of becoming what I hate. I was meant to meet with a friend at the airport, where I went to the doctors. When I called him after I had finished with my doctor, I woke him up. He had overslept and was meant to be at least ready to leave by the time I called. Oh well, now I am waiting for him and we'll probably go to Subway or something similar for lunch.
But now, while I am waiting, I am sitting in a Starbucks, sipping on an Earl Grey tee writing a blog on my Apple computer. I have become... that guy. I really want to start working on a story idea I am thinking of, but I think that will just solidify the stereotype if I open a wordprocessor or my screenwriting software.