There I was in the specialists office.  I have a very lazier fare attitude to the ‘finds’ of my doctors because they are often the boy who cried wolf with me.  12 years ago, the first time they did this, they scared the daylights out of me.  Thinking I had advanced breast cancer.  I made my will, got all my affairs in order, even chose a funeral service.  What they FOUND was that my breast tissue was & is very dense.  They had to open me up to find this.  To this day I wonder who was the bigger boobs.

Then there was the cyst on my achilleas tendon causing another panic among them. Another in my shoulder.  (That was a bad spot, right in the joint. Why can’t I get cysts on my butt cheek like other women?).  In between this was another panic on my breast. Another biopsy which turned out to be scar tissue from my prior operation.  Serves me right for going to another facility for an exam.

Hence my attitude.  I do not take my doctors seriously on their ‘finds’, in fact, it is an excuse to poke fun at them.  Granted, cancer dose run in my family BUT in smokers only. No smoker escaped cancer unless something else took them out earlier.  I don’t smoke. I take care of my body.  It’s the only one I will ever have.  I leave the panic to my doctors while I have fun at their expense.

Now back to the specialists office, where most of my films are up under the lights.  He looks them over carefully while I look bored.  Turns out bones have shifted because of a lack of use on one or two muscles in the shoulder (a very complex joint).  One moved down and began rubbing against the other.  It rubbed a hole or worn spot in the other.

“My! How long has this been going on?”
“It started about a year ago, but the pain has been unbearable since January.”
Looks confused as he holds some other films up to the light.  “You know, most people would have been in right away.”

“Well I thought I just injured it.  So I have been going to the massage therapist and using yoga to try and stretch it out.  It obviously did not work.”

His lips turn down as he studies each film.  “This can be corrected with physical therapy to pull that bone up and separate them. You are diabetic, so we may need to use a cadaver bone graft if your injured bone dose not heal on it’s own.”

“Yes, I have had that done to correct the bone loss on my jawbone from a severe abscess.” I interject

 Doctor nods “We can also give you a shot or two if the pain dose not subside, or we can’t restore full motion, but you will not be my friend after that.”

Fixing his gaze on me in confusion “But I am not sure that will be an issue with you.  You must have an incredible tolerance for pain to seek medical help after all this time.”

I nearly fell of my chair laughing.

For what he wants done, I can easily have done back home, I do have a joint specialist there.  Another false alarm from the keystone cops medical team I have.

So the many hours spent on SL will be cut back as I go for this and getting back to my normal lifestyle of being a gym rat.  I do miss the gym & I have been away too long.

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