Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Me and Dr. H: Today's Appointment

"So, how'd you hurt your shoulder?"

"Lifting my carry-on into the overhead compartment."

"They have a thing now called checking your baggage."

"I don't know. Sounds fancy."

"It's very fancy. And you have a torn rotator cuff. I'm writing a prescription for an MRI."

"The last time I had one of those I sort of freaked out. I swore if I ever had to get another MRI, I was going to need you to prescribe some heroin."

"I'll do what I can."

"I don't understand how this happened. I'm still in my 20s."


  1. Laughing out loud! I love a doctor with a big sense of humor. I saw Dr.Serious yesterday and he looked me in the eye and quite calmly told me that based on what I'd just told him, it was clear that I'd gone quite mad. He did what he could to help reverse the process and sent me on my way reminding me of the importance of taking Arnica. (I hope like hell you don't have a tear bad enough that they want to cut and paste you back together.)

  2. As some one with a decades-old swimming-related shoulder injury, I am wincing on your behalf. I hope the MRI shows there's nothing that can't be fixed with ice and advil, and some valium for the MRI visit.