Three months ago, on the day before Thanksgiving, a bee landed on my shirt at work. The girl standing next to me started yelling and screaming, and before I knew what was going on, started backhanding my ovaries in an attempt to crush this magnificent insect.I nearly punched a bitch.
Over the next 10 weeks I found myself in the emergency room three times -- once because the worker's comp clinic was closed for the Thanksgiving holiday, again because my worker's comp rep recommended I go back to the same doctor when symptoms returned, and yet again when my gynecologist wanted to rule out an appendicitis. According to every ER doctor I saw, I'm not actively dying.
The gynecologist also recommended seeing an internist, which apparently is different than a family physician because an internist focuses on adults. Who knew. The internist referred me to a pain clinic. The pain clinic requested a lumbar MRI and very happily confirmed I have osteoarthritis."But you're young!" she says. "This is mild!" she says.
Fucking great.
