2 Ailments 1 Greenwald
Went to the doctor today. Not my primary physician in Internal Medicine (who was not available) but Dr. Greenwald in Minor Injuries (which seems more appropriate anyway).
Learned several things:
1) If you forget your insurance card and can't find your driver's license, the nurse at the registration desk will frown at you.
2) Senior citizens get salty when they think you're about to steal their copy of the New Yorker. (T'was the one with The Bizarro Obamas on the cover.)
2) After a quick scan of x-rays, it is determined that my ankle is merely sprained, not broken or torn. Also, it should feel better in a week. (To which I reply: ha! My Wolverine-like powers of regeneration seem to apply only to illnesses, not injuries.)
3) My quadriceps could do with more stretching. (Dr. Greenwald attributes my consistent knee pain to patellofemoral pain syndrome [thus proving that everything has a name], so gave me a "Patellofemoral Stretching Program." He also recommends the recumbent bike for cardio, for reasons I can't recall.)
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On a tangential note...
At dance class on Wednesday, I asked Queen B how one can tell when one has arthritic knees.
B: The doctor tells you.
Me: Right. But how do you distinguish the pain of arthritis from standard knee pain?
Molly*: Standard knee pain? Here she laughs. You say that like it's a normal thing. What's standard knee pain?
Me: Like, knee pain that's just normal, not evidence of arthritis. Normal knee pain.
Molly: Normal knee pain? Here she laughs again.
Queen B: Swelling is one difference.
Me: Ah... so with arthritic knees there is swelling along with pain. Ok. (thinking) See, Molly? There is a difference.**
(* Another lady in class. She with whom I am working on a duet, with whom Queen B has worked on a duet, and with whom Queen B and I are working on a trio.)
(** Queen B was diagnosed, at age 6, with arthritic knees. She also gets migraines and headaches on the regular. So she serves as interim medical/drug advisor in the times between when discomfort revs up and when I get around to seeing a doctor about it.)
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And while I'm on the topic of vaguely medical conversations...
At the office yesterday, Super was making a case for why I need to send certain emails via the new software, rather than via Outlook.
Super: When you send it through the system, the email looks like it came from the group email, not just yours. So if the customer decides to reply, they'll reply to the group email and not just to you.
This would make more sense to me if I weren't also required to cc myself on the email so that the customer knows who worked on the request. Who's to say they won't reply directly to me anyway? But whatever. I'm obviously just used to being an only child.
Me: Ok. Makes sense.
Super: That way, if you were to call in sick or something, everyone else would get any potential problem emails, too. Not that you get sick.
Me: Yeah... but I could be injured.
Super: True. Though I don't know what injury would keep you out of the office. Maybe if your arm were cut off.
Me: That would definitely do it.
Super: Ok, so if your arm were cut off and you didn't come in to work, then the customer would have an easier time getting help from the rest of the team.
Me: You know, though, if it happened early enough in the morning...
Super: Good point. So, if your arm were cut off and you didn't have time to have it fixed before work...
Me: Yeah, I can see your point.
Learned several things:
1) If you forget your insurance card and can't find your driver's license, the nurse at the registration desk will frown at you.
2) Senior citizens get salty when they think you're about to steal their copy of the New Yorker. (T'was the one with The Bizarro Obamas on the cover.)
2) After a quick scan of x-rays, it is determined that my ankle is merely sprained, not broken or torn. Also, it should feel better in a week. (To which I reply: ha! My Wolverine-like powers of regeneration seem to apply only to illnesses, not injuries.)
3) My quadriceps could do with more stretching. (Dr. Greenwald attributes my consistent knee pain to patellofemoral pain syndrome [thus proving that everything has a name], so gave me a "Patellofemoral Stretching Program." He also recommends the recumbent bike for cardio, for reasons I can't recall.)
~*~*~*~*~
On a tangential note...
At dance class on Wednesday, I asked Queen B how one can tell when one has arthritic knees.
B: The doctor tells you.
Me: Right. But how do you distinguish the pain of arthritis from standard knee pain?
Molly*: Standard knee pain? Here she laughs. You say that like it's a normal thing. What's standard knee pain?
Me: Like, knee pain that's just normal, not evidence of arthritis. Normal knee pain.
Molly: Normal knee pain? Here she laughs again.
Queen B: Swelling is one difference.
Me: Ah... so with arthritic knees there is swelling along with pain. Ok. (thinking) See, Molly? There is a difference.**
(* Another lady in class. She with whom I am working on a duet, with whom Queen B has worked on a duet, and with whom Queen B and I are working on a trio.)
(** Queen B was diagnosed, at age 6, with arthritic knees. She also gets migraines and headaches on the regular. So she serves as interim medical/drug advisor in the times between when discomfort revs up and when I get around to seeing a doctor about it.)
~*~*~*~*~
And while I'm on the topic of vaguely medical conversations...
At the office yesterday, Super was making a case for why I need to send certain emails via the new software, rather than via Outlook.
Super: When you send it through the system, the email looks like it came from the group email, not just yours. So if the customer decides to reply, they'll reply to the group email and not just to you.
This would make more sense to me if I weren't also required to cc myself on the email so that the customer knows who worked on the request. Who's to say they won't reply directly to me anyway? But whatever. I'm obviously just used to being an only child.
Me: Ok. Makes sense.
Super: That way, if you were to call in sick or something, everyone else would get any potential problem emails, too. Not that you get sick.
Me: Yeah... but I could be injured.
Super: True. Though I don't know what injury would keep you out of the office. Maybe if your arm were cut off.
Me: That would definitely do it.
Super: Ok, so if your arm were cut off and you didn't come in to work, then the customer would have an easier time getting help from the rest of the team.
Me: You know, though, if it happened early enough in the morning...
Super: Good point. So, if your arm were cut off and you didn't have time to have it fixed before work...
Me: Yeah, I can see your point.