medical stuff sucks

ok, the doctor I went to this week, thinking he was a surgeon, was NOT a surgeon.  He was a tree hugging hippie who did not believe anyone should get surgery unless they play basketball.  The dude was not taller than I was!!!  He told me he tore his ACL ligament in his knee, and HE did not have the operation.  He worked out and got muscles, and he does everything he did before, hike, walk, swim, crap like that.  BUT, he does not ski anymore!!!  HELLO!  That is what I want to do!  Needless to say, John basically stuffed an apple in his mouth and told him I was getting surgery.  After all, I play golf!

So, I luckily got a cancellation this Monday and so I finally get to see a surgeon.  He is actually in the Husky Stadium at University of Washington.  I figure that since Joanne and Gale (John's sister and brother in law) went to UW, I can now be an official fan since I will be having my second operation in one year there.  That has to count for something.  I am not even mentioning the needle biopsies done in my thyroid, and having let a STUDENT do it, which hurt a million times more than the real doctor.  But, I am a Husky, got to suffer with the team.

I do start physical therapy on Tuesday.  It will be interesting.  I chose the location with more females.  I have no idea why.  I prefer female doctors nowadays.  They talk to me more about what is going on.  Male doctors just grunt.  I will see what the surgeon says, he is a male.  The guy I saw this week was male, but not.  He talked too much and made out with bark in between sentences.  He annoyed the crap out of me. And so it goes.