Jump Right In and Spit Back Out

I will get to the Hungry Gaming next blog.  This can't wait--a miracle of the Lord has happened....I jumped back into the medical loop and it spit me right back out!

I take this as a sign from the Universe that I am good to go and should stay out of doctors' offices for the issue of which I do not speak.

I went to the doctor, as planned, little white flag of surrender in hand.  As noted in the previous blog, I was hoping not to jump back in to the medical loop, because once you are in, it's pretty hard to get out.  Besides, all the tools and knowledge of western medicine have done me diddly squat poop--I guess it's that addiction to the white coat that sucks me back every now and again. Is there a 12-step program for this? "Admitted we were powerless over the white coated-eastern scoffing-laden-with-pharamceutical-cash doctor and that our managed health care has become unmanageable."  

My doctor always walks in, looks at me with a jaunty step, pretends to know who I am, gives me a hearty hello and a big smile.  I know he doesn't know me and I'm quite certain he has no idea what possibly could be my ailment; thus, he radiates happiness and gives empathetic look of concern on his face when listening to you.  Hey, that's almost as good as recognition.  Long story short: I whine, he listens, I whine, he waves an empathetic brow, I whine, he nods while reading the computer screen.  To make sure he is listening and to give emphasis to my whining, I add, "if you told me eating meat would help, I would start eating meat again today."

Thankfully, he does not suggest I start eating meat.

While whining, I give a side-note I can't exercise any more because the pain bothers me too much, he stops typing and looks at me.  I can tell this bothers him.

He indicates this is unacceptable.

I am giddy with gratitude.  This not being able to exercise seems to quantify things for him. I have finally struck a chord which shows how the quality of my life is being affected. He decides that I must exercise and that we must find a way to do this.  He drums his fingers on the table as he stares at the monitor and says that "we have to get you exercising. I don't really want to refer you to the surgeon." He then gives two thumbs up for myofascial release and tells me to keep doing this as it is very beneficial.

I can't believe I am hearing this.  My doctor just said gave two thumbs up to myofascial release and he has announced he doesn't really want to refer me to a surgeon. Doctors refer people to surgeons and specialists as part of the medical loop fun.  Here I am, not getting referring.  I start to think I'm delusional but he says it again.  This being spit out of the medical loop while trying to jump in is really mystifying me.  We discuss the plan of how I will exercise again. I am supposed to give this three months.

With this, I have been spit out of the medical loop.  I can work miracles in three months.  I am absolutely positive that I can work miracles in three months.


I decide to worry about seeing the Hungry Gaming on opening day and on buying new shoes instead of worrying about not knowing, once again, what truly ails me.  After all, one can't exercise without proper footwear......

I think I need at least two new pair of shoes in a three month's span, don't you?