“Well, the doctor went home sick today,” the nurse says. What the hell?"I'll take another note and call you on Monday," she says.
"I want an appointment Monday! I'll talk to the doctor myself," I say.
"Okay sir, but I'll be glad to put another note on my computer and get back with you." What the hell?
Anyway, I was released by my orthopedic doctor today and told to go into physical therapy. My shoulder was fine, except I had a little infection in one of the five invasive holes he left in my shoulder. So, he sees some pus and proceeds to squeeze the crap out of it, and then sticks a wooden stick about a 1/4" into the opening with some silver nitrate on it to cauterize the wound. What the hell?
So, I am settin' here into my fourth Killian, listening to some blues and wondering, what the hell - my shoulder don't hurt at all!