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my last run, I realized my knee is well and truly fucked. I gave in and asked the Magic PT to recommend a new doc. Dr. Varlotta is frightfully out of the way - I took cabs both ways bc it's ridiculously hard to get to my old neighborhood by public transportation unless you want to walk halfway - but amazing. I could see coming to like him
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yup. It'll take a while to process that one fully.
Dr. Varlotta prescribed Voltaren gel as well as oral Mobic.
Out of context, this really sounds like it's out of some SF show. I guess we live in the future now.
Glad that recovery is progressing. *Very* glad that you didn't die.
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I think I'd need to see a picture of that, becuase I just can't envison it.
And as far as the whole "OMG! I almost died!" thing goes, you'll get over it. You'll have butt tightening moments though, when you question what you are doing and why you are doing it, but they go away. Just don't obess about it to the point that it becomes a life hindering PTSD event.
Check the box, learn from it, and drive on and up.
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The "zomg almost died" thing was more about giving myself perspective, instead of focusing on how much I want to be running this summer: whether it's 3 or 4 months of therapy is sort of trivial amortized over an actuarial 50 years. Even if it involves being at the PT's office at freakin' 7:30am and having to guess what outfit will work with the constraints of the day. I'm going to have a nervous breakdown and not make it to PT one of these days.
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