Adventures in Medical Mystery

I visited a doctor, other than my mother, today. I know why they tell me my hip is fine. But of course they didn’t feel what’s been happening from my perspective. I grant the joint didn’t go totally out of socket but I’m pretty sure it went a little out. You just don’t get such a fundamental thunk otherwise. What I mean is when I “reset” it the severity of the pop was so deep and internal that I felt sick, and it shook the floor. My nerves were jacked up for weeks after the event. I couldn’t scamper about like I usually do. I’d get three steps into a run and just stop because there was pain.

The whole visit from appointment with the doc through x-ray took an hour. Which is pretty good, I guess, though I spent over half of that waiting. That means there wasn’t any time for the story to get properly told. So my few words could not convey the full sense of the feeling and so forth. When someone really listens to me I know they care. This is a problem I have with this country’s heath care system. It’s got the care squeezed out of it.

I expect the x-ray to be clean. So, I booked a message because, damn it, what else could I do?