What a racket. My orthopedic surgeon sees me today with the results of my wrist MRI. It's as he suspected: I have a tear in my TFCC requiring surgery. "Great," says I, "When should we schedule this?" "Gonna have to send you to a Hand Surgeon. I don't do that surgery. We'll call you when we get it set up."
So now I wait for an appointment with the specialist specialist so that he/she can tell me I need surgery and then schedule that. It all seems remarkably inefficient - or just too damned specialized.
All this as a result of putting in a cabinet for the laundry room. No good deed...
Oh, and the knee? We're gonna wait and see on that till after the wrist.
I hate getting old.
Notes From The Last Day Before School - "Libraries are the greatest buildings on earth...I want to learn about Plato." "I have some good Play-doh recipes." "Plato. The philosopher."...
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