Just wait till you’re old and add grandchild anxiety to your menu of ‘root causes of sleepless nights’. That, and all that Medicare coverage which has every orthopedist look as you like a cash machine. BTW, your eyebrows do grow back, just not in the same place. They relocate to your eyelids and forehead.
Oh the sacrifices we make to produce little versions of ourselves! So sorry you’re going through all this, but thanks for making me laugh about it. And I have no idea about the difference between deductibles and ... like you said!
I never gave birth to a baby, but I suffered for years from something someone in a frock called transitory migratory osteoporosis. It would depart from one hip, then take the express to the other: back and forth for months. Sometimes it was bearable, sometimes it was not, and I tried everything. My doctor misdiagnosed it as back pain and gave me a series of exercises that made it worse. A woo woo I knew sent me to a Heller therapist who specialized in improving posture, and she told me that my hips were to blame. I returned to my doctor with her diagnosis in hand, and he sent me to a radiologist who took X-rays and announced in his lilting Maharastran accent that he saw nothing wrong. So what should I do next? I asked him. How can I tell you, he replied, when I don’t see anything wrong? Eventually I saw an in-house sports doctor who told me not only that my hips were indeed the problem but spoke words I have always wanted to hear: “Mr Ward, you must be in terrible, terrible pain. I can’t imagine how you’ve stood it all this time.” He sent me off for a bone scan which determined that my bones had become porous and blood was not flowing to my hips the way it should. Next stop was an orthopedic surgeon who, his eyes never leaving his computer screen, told me I had fragile, porous bones, and what he was going to do was drill a quarter-inch hole in each hip bone to improve the blood flow. That’s when I spoke up and said if my hip bones were fragile and full of holes it didn’t make sense to drill holes in them. He looked over at me with a startled look, as though a dog had suddenly spoken, and said, “Absolutely. We don’t want to do that.” So we didn’t. In the end I took a lot of calcium pills and dealt with the pain with acupuncture, and eventually the condition ebbed away. Then, a few years later, I broke my femur, but further this deponent sayeth not.
Just wait till you’re old and add grandchild anxiety to your menu of ‘root causes of sleepless nights’. That, and all that Medicare coverage which has every orthopedist look as you like a cash machine. BTW, your eyebrows do grow back, just not in the same place. They relocate to your eyelids and forehead.
Oh the sacrifices we make to produce little versions of ourselves! So sorry you’re going through all this, but thanks for making me laugh about it. And I have no idea about the difference between deductibles and ... like you said!
pregnancy is a body wrecker!
Ps if you have to do a low FODMAP diet, I have a bunch of helpful tips ❤️🩹
I never gave birth to a baby, but I suffered for years from something someone in a frock called transitory migratory osteoporosis. It would depart from one hip, then take the express to the other: back and forth for months. Sometimes it was bearable, sometimes it was not, and I tried everything. My doctor misdiagnosed it as back pain and gave me a series of exercises that made it worse. A woo woo I knew sent me to a Heller therapist who specialized in improving posture, and she told me that my hips were to blame. I returned to my doctor with her diagnosis in hand, and he sent me to a radiologist who took X-rays and announced in his lilting Maharastran accent that he saw nothing wrong. So what should I do next? I asked him. How can I tell you, he replied, when I don’t see anything wrong? Eventually I saw an in-house sports doctor who told me not only that my hips were indeed the problem but spoke words I have always wanted to hear: “Mr Ward, you must be in terrible, terrible pain. I can’t imagine how you’ve stood it all this time.” He sent me off for a bone scan which determined that my bones had become porous and blood was not flowing to my hips the way it should. Next stop was an orthopedic surgeon who, his eyes never leaving his computer screen, told me I had fragile, porous bones, and what he was going to do was drill a quarter-inch hole in each hip bone to improve the blood flow. That’s when I spoke up and said if my hip bones were fragile and full of holes it didn’t make sense to drill holes in them. He looked over at me with a startled look, as though a dog had suddenly spoken, and said, “Absolutely. We don’t want to do that.” So we didn’t. In the end I took a lot of calcium pills and dealt with the pain with acupuncture, and eventually the condition ebbed away. Then, a few years later, I broke my femur, but further this deponent sayeth not.
Wonderful. Funny. Heart wrenching. Sounds true.
David