Well, the Doctor Has a Kid at Stanford, So He Will See You After All….
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Well, the Doctor Has a Kid at Stanford, So He Will See You After All….
Hey there Taverneers, I had my MRI Monday morning—it pays to know doctors with pull. Just heard from my doctor; I have to have my hip replaced. The hip technically isn’t “broken,” in the same way it happens with most older people, but the ball part of my left hip joint has started to, and is collapsing into itself from the top down, and, they say that the hip joint itself is not getting sufficient blood, which is causing further deterioration. The fall I took right before Trish’s memorial service, it seems, is what did me in, according to the doctor’s opinion, so be careful out there! Next stop for this old boy, will be an orthopedic surgeon. I reminded my doctor that we ARE from the South, and are born with an innate genius ability for fixing things with duct tape and Super Glue, but he would have none of that. Then I asked if I could be given a prescription for Tequila? He said I didn’t need a prescription for Tequila. I countered that if I had a written prescription from a physician, then perhaps I could use my insurance card at the liquor store—maybe get out with just a co-pay. Man, there should be an entire semester of medical school where med students don’t do anything but watch Marx Brothers and Monty Python videos. But I digress…. I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on March 20 (I guess his kid just goes to Community College). So for the next month and change, I see a lot of hobbling and uncouth language in my future (step, “$#!&,” step, “$#!&” you get the picture). Please try not to be disappointed if you don’t see me on “Dancing With the Stars” anytime real soon. Love y’all!
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