I've just had a terrible week. Before Christmas, I broke my leg,... just a little really but broken. Drinking wine and running out to the mailbox in the dark. Ironically, I was testing out my"toe"... the one I cut the side off of with my bowie knife when I dropped it in the kitchen, remember me??? So the doctor "booted" me and told me to stay off of it for 6 to 8 weeks. I've run 6 miles a day 6 days a week for several years now so I've been on pins'n needles over this. Now he tells me it's not healing exactly as he'd hoped but its still probably ok. Says to stay off it for another month! Aghhhh!!! So he and I sit talking for a minute after the exam and when he gets up to leave we shake hands- barely. I tell him I've got tennis elbow so bad that there's days I can't shake hands at all and he tells me with great concern, of finding cancer in a patient's elbow just the other day! Well. So I sit back down and then it's off to the x-ray room-again. No cancer or bone troubles thankfully but he says he'll have to treat it with a steroid shot and a velcro "cuff". So he prods round in a small area of my "it's already so fu****g sore I want to kill you" elbow about the size of a dime with a needle laying ukp bubbles of steriod while very cleverly (in hindsight) saying to me, "now, you won't see much of an improvement from this injection for several days".
Now I like this doctor, when I'm in to see him we always discuss wine, divorce, film, whatever-but if he'd told me how bad this was going to hurt in just a matter of minutes, I would have choked the s**t out of'em with the good arm I had left. I had'nt gone a few miles from his office and could hardly drive the car for the pain. Thankfully I only live about 7 miles from his office so I just turned off and went home - took a handfull of Ibuprofrin, some Naprosin and laid down in front of the fireplace with a bottle of Spanish Tempernillo. Then, I panicked a little and and thought "what if he gave me the wrong injection??" All I could think of was never being able to forge again or for that matter, zip my pants. I called up to their office and of course they'd gone for lunch. Lara however who books the appointments was there and ask what was wrong and I told her, "Oh yea!" she exclaimed..." I can say for a fact those injections are always very painful". Yes, so now they tell me! and I see why he was so coy. My girlfriend put me to bed at 7:30.
So this morning I can type. A huge improvement.
Here's to better days...
regards, mitch
. Stay home and do general house work, run errands, etc.
. That sucks dude. Make sure you ARE okay. Sometimes an injury can take a little while to take effect. 
