I went to see the thoracic surgeon yesterday to get the results of my CT Scan. Apparently the area that was his biggest concern shrunk in size. It shrunk so much that he thought the Infectious Disease doctor he sent me to last time had given me an antibiotic.
No, she didn't. Maybe all of the gallons of blood that I choked up after the biopsy had something to do with it. The bottom line is I get another six months of freedom and then I get to do it all over again.
I got my Covid shot today. I had gotten the flu shot two weeks ago. Getting the vaccines is pretty painless. I make an appointment at my local CVS which is five minutes away then I walk in and get the shot pretty much immediately. They don't even make you wait the 15 minutes after the Covid shot any more.
Tomorrow I see the ankle doctor. My ankle feels good and, incredibly, after not having any physical therapy for a week my left leg is also feeling a lot better.
My session with the ankle doctor could go very smooth if he tells me I'm all healed and good to go. If he tells me just about anything else then we're going to have a problem because this brace I'm wearing is beginning to irritate my foot and clearly the physical therapy may have helped the ankle but it's destroying my left leg.
I tried to count the number of different doctors that I've seen in the past year and gave up at 12. That was before I got to the two orthopedic dudes I saw. Getting old sucks but I suppose the alternative is worse. The problem is that may not always be true in the future. Maybe I should go looking for that bridge?
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