I saw the surgeon today! And wow. Did he give me some good drugs or what.
No, wait. That's not how I meant to start this.
But yeah! Give it up for doctors who do give sufficient pain medication.
Also: I have to say this was the best clinic experience I've ever had.
Listen to this: I walked in there with a 9:00 a.m. appointment and, bitches, not only was I back with doctor by 9:00 a.m., I had already -- by then -- had an X-Ray done, talked to two nurses, and been whisked through receiving and insurance. I mean, yowza.
Every step of the way, also, each nurse and tech led me directly to the next step; and each one was very kind about doing so. And when I got to the examination room, the tech that led me there brought up the X-Rays I had done (about three minutes before) on the computer in that examine room. It was like medicine as art, I have to say.
Or, you know, like seeing medicine done the way it ought to be done in the 21st century.
Then the surgeon appeared, maybe three minutes after the nurse had left me, and talked to me about being an English professor, and then he showed me the X-Rays and told me what they might mean, and what they might not, and then he outlined what we could do, and then he asked what I wanted to do.
Then he scheduled an arthroscopy --what we decided to do -- for (get this) six days from now.
And told me he'd call in script for pain meds, no problem.
I left the clinic thinking I must have fallen into a alternate universe.
This can't be American medicine?