Second Road Trip
Third stop on the way out of town is to see the bone doctor dude again. I was telling him about the week coming up where I need to be at something approximating full strength, able to spend time on my feet and stuff. He's mainly a sports doctor so he understands me when I say "I gotta play this game." I'm going to be getting a series of cortisone and some other voodoo stuff injected in the hip, knee and the arch of my left foot. He says that a series like that will cost me one day of inactivity on Thursday, but once the site trauma calms down (they take these needles about the size of irrigation pipe and cram them deep into the joints) I should be able to sustain pretty normal levels of activity for a couple of weeks, without having to resort to heavy duty pain killers and stuff like that.
After that our plan is three fold. He wants to try a resurfacing job on the hip. He thinks that by building up parts of the chunk that got shot off and then hosing down the existing joint surface he can approximate something that will last me for a while, thus putting off the eventual replacement for a few years. On the knee he wants to try "microfracture" surgery. That's the one that Amare Stoudamire and a lot of the basketball players have had. What they do is to go into the cartilage surface of the knee (that's the part that's been wearing steadily away with me) and they make a series of small, microscopic fractures in the surface. The theory (since proven in practice) is that in the process of naturally healing these tiny little cuts the bigger areas of wear will be resurfaced too. It takes about a year for the surgery to really show results, but hey, talks between the WGA and AMPTP have been suspended while the producers try to find some negotiators who aren't taking large quantities of LSD and other club drugs. They might have to move the negotiation site because the producer's team has already worn out the supply of teen aged hookers from both sexes on Sunset. They're thinking maybe San Francisco would be a better site. The producers are foolish to think this. The hookers in San Francisco were unionized by Margo St. James back in the 70's. They. Hate. Them. Some. Scabs.
The foot stuff going on will be done by an orthopaedic specialist who does nothing but feet and ankles. She's a friend of my regular bone guy and has worked on some pretty famous feet, both sports types and some well known dancers. I see her right after the new year.
So, more road work today. Rest tommorow. Then, it's truffle game time.
Put me in coach. I'm ready.