Else what's a heaven for?

My visit to the orthopod was the most useless doctor's visit evuh. After making me wait 15mins each in the waiting room and exam room, he walked in and briskly asked, "What's the complaint?" He didn't give me a chance to go through the history of the condition, so the summary was "it bands." I'll spare you the rest of the irritation, except a few choice highlights: ( Read more... ) Bottom-line, he told me to go to pt and do all the flexibility I'm assigned. He got paid how much to tell me that? *sighs*

This guy was even more useless than my useless GP, who at least tricked me into giving blood for a cholesterol test by telling me it was for Lyme disease. I tested negative for the latter and I have stupendous cholesterol. Apparently if you eat fish 3x a week and oatmeal about the same and run/hike/stairclimb/lift yourself into an overuse injury, you'll have lots of HDL. who knew?

I got to work and was immediately pulled into a presentation by the intern. A presentation which has sucked up time by every member of her team and determines whether she'll get an offer. I could have stopped that last sentence after the fifth word. I can't believe after 3 years at KPMG and a year at Wharton, that's what she can do.

My food choices were horrible yesterday and they didn't even taste good. Yuck!!

On the one hand, the PT god has accepted responsibility for my continuing recovery and future mountaineering fitness; it was at his urging I went to see the orthopod. On the other hand, he mocked me soundly. While testing my leg strength, he mused that maybe part of the problem is that I don't have enough upper body strength.[1] Apparently a dubious snort was not the response he was looking for. I protested "I do trapeze! I do pullups!"[2] He said, "If you're so strong, don't let me push your arm down" at various angles. smoosh. smoosh. "Were you not ready? try again." smoosh. smoosh.

What a poopiehead.

So he had me do a pile of arm raises with 6lb weights, all while dangling off the edge of a massage table. I still don't understand how I didn't fall off. And then he had me do that crossfitty wall ball thing, except without the tossing bit. This was after I'd done his lower body regimen in the morning, and before I went to trap class, so to say I'm sore today is putting it mildly. *sighs*

Trap sucked. ( Read more... )

The only good thing about the day is that with his new "insight", the PT god is no longer telling me to give up mountaineering. That's something, I guess.

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