Friday I show up at the ortho clinic. Just a few doors down from the general practice doc, how convenient. Another 40 dollar copay. I'm loving this. Meeting went like this.
"Hey doc, its torn huh? surgery?"
Doc, "Yup how bout tuesday?"
ME, " do I have a choice"
DOC"
I would highly recommend it, I've done a million of these, no worries,"
ME, "okay"
it was a little more involved than that, I tried to ask every question I could think of but the doc had that look on his face like, "dude don't even worry this is as easy for me as pumping gas."
vid days before surgery
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
A long Journey, DANG
It's thursday afternoon when I meet the first doc. General practice and a 2o dollar co-pay through my insurance. Thats the first co-pay, our healthcare is great. She's pretty sure its rupture and sends me to get an MRI, pending the results she wants to refer me to an ortho. Luckily, they can get me in for an MRI right away, I just have to drive 20 minutes away to have it done.
I reach the radiology clinic and am promptly greeted by a 65 yr old black woman, surely born and raised in south. She liked to laugh even when she charged me 4o dollars for my second co-pay. Did I mention we have a great healthcare system.
MRI time. I led back to a trailer on the back of a building. The tech stick earplugs in my ear, asks me I have metal shavings in my eyes and If I've ever done any welding? I say no, but he is convinced. " You sure you don't have metal shavings in your eyes?, I know you guys try and sneak in here and say whatever you have to to get these done".
I was completely unaware but the large magnet revolving around your body at a gazillion miles an hour will be more than happy to pull any metal out of your body. And now that I've been pegged as a welder I think I'm going to have to reschedule.
Finally I convince the guy I'm legit. 3o minutes later I'm in the lobby. They bring me my MRI scans. I'm not a radiologist but i took one look and new right away it was going to be surgery. I wanted to wait for them to tell me though. 20 minutes later. "you need surgery, call the ortho" great....I'll call mom
I reach the radiology clinic and am promptly greeted by a 65 yr old black woman, surely born and raised in south. She liked to laugh even when she charged me 4o dollars for my second co-pay. Did I mention we have a great healthcare system.
MRI time. I led back to a trailer on the back of a building. The tech stick earplugs in my ear, asks me I have metal shavings in my eyes and If I've ever done any welding? I say no, but he is convinced. " You sure you don't have metal shavings in your eyes?, I know you guys try and sneak in here and say whatever you have to to get these done".
I was completely unaware but the large magnet revolving around your body at a gazillion miles an hour will be more than happy to pull any metal out of your body. And now that I've been pegged as a welder I think I'm going to have to reschedule.
Finally I convince the guy I'm legit. 3o minutes later I'm in the lobby. They bring me my MRI scans. I'm not a radiologist but i took one look and new right away it was going to be surgery. I wanted to wait for them to tell me though. 20 minutes later. "you need surgery, call the ortho" great....I'll call mom
How the Injury happened.
So I'm sitting on my couch, it's Tuesday night and I just finished a few double deckers and the always delicious and reasonably priced steak gordita from TacoHell.
Tuesday happens to be me and my co-workers weekly co-ed flag football game. A great time for anyone that likes competitive sports. But this particular Tuesday night my delicious taco's had done me wrong. My tummy was in knots. I was gassy...bloated and my knee hurt from a previous injury iceskating. I really considered sitting this one out, so I took a nap. "RING RING" The phone; its mom. "Hey mom, how goes it? Have a game tonight but I was napping your call woke me and now I have to get ready to go. Almost missed the game shucks.
30 seconds on the clock and we need a touchdown to score. My quarterback throws a pass to the front corner of the endzone. I reach out and snag the ball from the air. I twist my body and make a sprinting dive for the goalline. Bam! I crash to the ground, bringing another my size with me. We're a tangled mess. I realize for a second something isn't right with my leg. Perhaps just another sprained ankle. My adrenaline is pumping, I stand up. NOpe definately not a sprain. I gimp the sidelines and put a cold water bottle on it. A teammate offers up and ace wrap which I gladly use. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as you would think. But its at this time I take the time to analyize my injury a little more closely. I'm pretty sure its the achilles...DAmn.
I drive myself homek and have a few beers keeping it wrapped, I go to work the next day before being talked into going to a doctor. Good thing I do.
Tuesday happens to be me and my co-workers weekly co-ed flag football game. A great time for anyone that likes competitive sports. But this particular Tuesday night my delicious taco's had done me wrong. My tummy was in knots. I was gassy...bloated and my knee hurt from a previous injury iceskating. I really considered sitting this one out, so I took a nap. "RING RING" The phone; its mom. "Hey mom, how goes it? Have a game tonight but I was napping your call woke me and now I have to get ready to go. Almost missed the game shucks.
30 seconds on the clock and we need a touchdown to score. My quarterback throws a pass to the front corner of the endzone. I reach out and snag the ball from the air. I twist my body and make a sprinting dive for the goalline. Bam! I crash to the ground, bringing another my size with me. We're a tangled mess. I realize for a second something isn't right with my leg. Perhaps just another sprained ankle. My adrenaline is pumping, I stand up. NOpe definately not a sprain. I gimp the sidelines and put a cold water bottle on it. A teammate offers up and ace wrap which I gladly use. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as you would think. But its at this time I take the time to analyize my injury a little more closely. I'm pretty sure its the achilles...DAmn.
I drive myself homek and have a few beers keeping it wrapped, I go to work the next day before being talked into going to a doctor. Good thing I do.
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