More often than not, if I’m driving around town, I’m listening to an audio book. While I love the physical sensation of reading (weight of the book, turning of pages), there are too many books and not enough time! My commute isn’t long, yet it still enables me to tackle much more of my “to be read” pile than otherwise possible.
Last week I put in my newest library acquisition: Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) by Jerome Jerome. It was the parenthetical title that sold me on it. Although it was published in 1889, from the initial paragraph on, the sharp British wit came across, and it seems timeless.
The reason I bring all of this up actually has nothing to do with reading or audio books, but rather the subject matter of the beginning of this book. The narrator starts the book by talking about going to the library and viewing a single listing of a disease that he thought he might be suffering from (which he confirmed upon reading the listing!), and temptation lured him into reading more of the entries, which he also determined he had, all except for Handmaid’s Knee, which disturbed him that he didn’t have, despite the fact he wasn’t a handmaid.
Just this past week, Wil Wheaton (Have I mentioned how much I ❤ Wil Wheaton, and that I actually pronounce that sentence “I heart Wil Wheaton”?) tweeted an exchange between he and his wife, who was under the weather.
All of this was brought to forefront of my mind, because I am trying to find a sports medicine doctor that will be able to treat my knee injury and will take money instead of insurance (you’d think that would be easier than it has turned out to be). My injury was a year ago, it’s not getting better on its own, and the care from my HMO was not going to get me better.
Thanks to a fabulous massage therapist (that I discovered thanks to a daily deal!), I was pointed to a book written by an orthopedic surgeon that helps people figure out what is wrong: Heal Your Knees: How to Prevent Knee Surgery and What to Do If You Need It by Dr. Robert Klapper. That book has an exact description of all the symptoms that I had … all wrapped up into one diagnosis! If I’m right, it’s a simple, permanent solution! Kurt, the world’s best dance partner ever!, is concerned that I am too attached to my Dr. Tammy diagnosis. Actually, so long as the treatment for whatever diagnosis it may be will allow me to take a step to the right without pain, I will be satisfied.
I am really grateful that it was DH2U who did the actual looking through the book. Who knows what other ailments my knee would have acquired in my mind had I been flipping through all those descriptions!
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