Saw the orthopedic guy today. I liked him, but he won’t be the surgeon who works on me. He went over my X-ray with me, and I had diagnosed myself exactly right a month ago when I got the X-ray and saw it. It’s not “awful” but it won’t improve.
Health care in the wilds of rural America is different. So is religion, actually. Just as the ministers visit several churches of a Sunday, many specialists travel from bigger places to see people at my little hospital.
The upshot is I have “garden variety arthritis” in my hip. If I were 85 he’d tell me to live with it. I always find that kind of medical pragmatism bizarre, but I get it.
Soooo…at some point I’ll drive 1 1/2 hours to the town where the hospital is and get a cortisone shot and come back. Then, sometime in the summer, I’ll get a hip replacement.
All for Bear 😉