A visit to Dr. StrangeLeg

Yesterday was wonderfully relaxing. I did next to nothing and loved it. I massaged and iced my leg and did my Pilates DVD. I really like my new instructors Shelley and Jen. They are really nice and go really slow. So much so that I sometimes yell at Jen for not keeping up. I hate to criticise but she really brings the class down sometimes. I can tell Shelley is frustrated too but she puts up with it and somehow keeps a smile. I may have to move up to the advanced class if this keeps up. Since I'm not running I haven't been able to see any benefit from Pilates yet but I can feel my core aching in the morning so I guess that's progress.

I managed to get in with my doctor today so he could look at my leg and make sure it's still there. I like him but sometimes I wonder if I don't have my hopes too high when I go see him. I expected him to maybe amputate my bad leg and install a new one (which he didn't), or maybe give me a shot of whatever Barry Bonds was taking so that my leg became the size of a race horses leg (which he wouldn't do either). Sometimes I don't know what this guy is good for! Was I expecting too much?? Geesh. He did send me across town to have X-rays which I will probably never hear any results from. My doctor has a history of performing tests, which I think are important, and then never calling me back to say how they came out. The last time I went to see him he drew about 5 gallons of blood and just about every other kind of bodily tissue. So much so that he could have made a new me with all the stuff he took. So I thought, hey, surely he'll figure out what's wrong with me from all that, right? Well a week later I had heard nothing so I called. I told his secretary that I was calling to see if they had discovered anything from during their expedition and sample collection of Willie. She put me on hold for a minute and came back to say, and I quote, "Your tests came back negative". What? huh? what'da test me for?? I thought we were looking for something abnormal. What does negative mean? She had no clue. I love her. He ended up giving me a prescription that fixed my problem (will discuss later) so in the end we got it right but how he got there left a lot to be desired.

One thought I had as I entered my front door is that I forgot to ask him for a referral to a physical theopist!! THIS WAS THE WHOLE REASON I WENT TO HIM!! I am so easily sidetracked. I have the attention span of a knat!

Southbay Girl did great in her race and even took lots of pictures so I could get a view of California, if somewhat blurred by rain. I don't know how you took a video while running in the rain but it was really cool! Thanks and way to go!