Its been so uneventful the last few weeks. Have you ever noticed, if you are completely into something, you get kind of sucked into it and everything else outside, doesn't
really exist?? I guess its like being in the zone for a major league pitcher or something. Anyway, I was all consumed in the cricket tournament we organized last week, and am glad to say, it was a success. We had more than 100 participants, sold more than 100 t-shirts and everybody went home happy. It was the single biggest fund-raising event for the cricket club so far. I think we probably will end up with about $1200 in the bank from this weekend event alone.
On the first day of spring, (March 21 or thereabouts) I played some flag football with a bunch of my friends and hurt my shoulder. I did not get the time to go to the university hospital and get it checked out, because of the tournament, india-england series, research etc. Finally, I scheduled for an appointment for this morning 9.45 AM. Since the local buses run on their own schedule, I ended up being 10 minutes late for the appointment. Apparently, that is the cut-off limit for canceling someone's appointment. They told me I was lucky that the scheduled doctor had agreed to see my bum shoulder eventhough I was right on the cut-off time. (Maybe, I should buy a lottery ticket today and find out whether I am
really lucky!!).
Believe me when I tell you this was the funniest doctor meeting I have ever had. I have gone to quacks, semi-doctors and dentists before (I am an anti-dentite... :-) , but nothing beats this one. Every time I have gone to see one, usually, the doctor checks out by touching your forehead, pulls your tongue out or in case of hurt shoulder, asks you to, you know, MOVE IT A LITTLE. Today, our man was busy typing. He typed onto his computer for 15 minutes about how it happened, how long ago and all the generic crap. And after a lifetime, he goes onto check my shoulder. Mr. Doctor tells me to finally get an X-ray as he thinks I do not have a normal shoulder injury (What the hell??? Do people have to come in with missing shoulder sockets or bones sticking out with blood all over, to be called normal??).
At the X-ray room, when the lab nurse asked me to remove my necklace, i almost took off all my clothing!! She said, "no, just the
necklace would be fine! ". Goddamn it! One of my all time favorite fantasy is to nail a nurse in the hospital. So close, yet so f-ing far.
Back at the Doctor's office, after a few "huh!"s and "Ah!"s, he tells me that the
Good News is, I probably don't have a broken bone or dislocated joint!! Are you kidding me??? You took all this time to figure this, Einstein? You could've just asked me!!! Going in, I knew it was probably a bone bruise or soft tissue damage!! Gosh, don't you ever watch ER or Scrubs or something Mr. Doctor Charlatan??
Now, the
Bad news is, he still doesn't know what it is, as the X-rays are not very clear!! (obviously. They still haven't figured out what to call these rays, and now you're gonna figure out what they
apparently have imaged??). I was given 3 options. Go to
another orthopaedic expert and get an MRI, surgery or the third: wait it out, have some physiotherapy. As I sat there thinking through these options, I realized by getting physiotherapy, I still had a shot at making my all-time fantasy come true.
Monday, May 1, 10.00 AM. Appointment with Destiny. Ms. K is gonna be working on my shoulder. I have been
advised to wear something comfortable!!! Hope she does too!!