When I was younger and I had to go to the doctor, I always wondered, why are there so many old people in the waiting room? Do they have nothing better to do? Is going to the doctor a hobby for them? The answer to the second and third question is, no! The answer to the first question is, They are old and they are falling apart.
It has been six weeks since I had surgery on my foot. Although with each passing day I seem to be walking with less pain, there is still pain, and this is contrary to what the doctor told me. "Four to six weeks for recovery.", is clearly what I heard, yet my foot feels no better than my worst day before the surgery. One fascinating aspect of the surgery is that my second and third toes are almost totally numb. The doctor told me that would happen, and I kind of like it in a weird way. It's sort of like I have somebody else's toes attached to my feet.
So here I am barely recovered from foot surgery, and taking newly prescribed pills for high cholesterol, and I find myself making an appointment with yet another doctor, for yet another malady. This time it's a dermatologist for various odd things that are happening on my once pristine flesh.
I keep thinking, "This is the last doctor I will see for a long time. Once I get this taken care of I will be healthy and my life will return to the way it was thirty years ago, back in those heady years of my twenties, when I didn't even bother to have health insurance because everything worked." Ha! It'll never happen! I am living the answer to the first question. I am slowly falling apart.