Has the medical community perfected bionic enhancements yet?

Can I order a couple of parts?

I don't know what happened this week, but I feel like my body is falling apart. Shoulder, hip, knee, head. All bad.

When my Sweetie's aunt was walking behind us a couple of weeks ago, she asked me if I had a bad hip. She surprised me because she could tell something was not quite right from the way I walked. I told her about my bad knee. And how I know I hold my leg wrong when I'm not thinking about it. I tend to twist my leg out when I stand, which I'm sure is part of the problem with my knee. But, I said, no hip problem. Never had any problems with my hip.

Zing.

Did I jinx myself or what? My left hip has been killing me the last few days. Now, it may not be my hip. Could be a nerve somewhere in my back. Because I had shooting pain when I would bend just a little from the waist. And all that commotion made my left knee act up, so that was aching all weekend also. Then, I somehow twigged out my left shoulder a couple of days ago (my Sweetie thinks my use of the word twig in this manner is hilarious). It's a pain I get when I do a particular weight-lift the wrong way. Which is why I don't understand why it started hurting now. I worked out with my weights a week ago.

Then, to top it off, I smacked my head on Sunday. I was cleaning the bathroom and was zipping around the tiny room with the vacuum and was also picking things off the ground. I bent down by the sink and, in a frantic haste, straightened up and WHACK! my head slammed against the granite (or faux granite - who knows). I yelped so loud, my sweetie heard me over the roar of the vacuum cleaner. He came running, but I was already scrambling out of the room with my hands over the right side of my head crying "Ice! I need ice!"

"ICE!!"

Sweetie filled a towel with ice and plunked it on my head. He then ordered me to sit down and not move for five minutes. Which was hard to do since I was still filled with frantic energy to clean.

So, finally, between my shoulder, my knee, my hip, and my head, I just started popping Advils until it was time to sleep. It really helped my hip. I had an impressive goose egg-size bump on my head at the end of the day.

The pains and aches are at a dull roar today. A little bit better than yesterday. But, again, I am way too young to have these kinds of aches. I'm ready for my bionic parts now, please.

Has the medical community perfected bionic enhancements yet?

Can I order a couple of parts?

I don't know what happened this week, but I feel like my body is falling apart. Shoulder, hip, knee, head. All bad.

When my Sweetie's aunt was walking behind us a couple of weeks ago, she asked me if I had a bad hip. She surprised me because she could tell something was not quite right from the way I walked. I told her about my bad knee. And how I know I hold my leg wrong when I'm not thinking about it. I tend to twist my leg out when I stand, which I'm sure is part of the problem with my knee. But, I said, no hip problem. Never had any problems with my hip.

Zing.

Did I jinx myself or what? My left hip has been killing me the last few days. Now, it may not be my hip. Could be a nerve somewhere in my back. Because I had shooting pain when I would bend just a little from the waist. And all that commotion made my left knee act up, so that was aching all weekend also. Then, I somehow twigged out my left shoulder a couple of days ago (my Sweetie thinks my use of the word twig in this manner is hilarious). It's a pain I get when I do a particular weight-lift the wrong way. Which is why I don't understand why it started hurting now. I worked out with my weights a week ago.

Then, to top it off, I smacked my head on Sunday. I was cleaning the bathroom and was zipping around the tiny room with the vacuum and was also picking things off the ground. I bent down by the sink and, in a frantic haste, straightened up and WHACK! my head slammed against the granite (or faux granite - who knows). I yelped so loud, my sweetie heard me over the roar of the vacuum cleaner. He came running, but I was already scrambling out of the room with my hands over the right side of my head crying "Ice! I need ice!"

"ICE!!"

Sweetie filled a towel with ice and plunked it on my head. He then ordered me to sit down and not move for five minutes. Which was hard to do since I was still filled with frantic energy to clean.

So, finally, between my shoulder, my knee, my hip, and my head, I just started popping Advils until it was time to sleep. It really helped my hip. I had an impressive goose egg-size bump on my head at the end of the day.

The pains and aches are at a dull roar today. A little bit better than yesterday. But, again, I am way too young to have these kinds of aches. I'm ready for my bionic parts now, please.

Went for a regular check-up this morning with my doctor. It took six months to get an appointment for a regular check-up. Yes, six months. So much for finding a doctor that I like. It's impossible to get in! I half expected the receptionist to say "Oh no, the doctor isn't in today. Didn't you get the message?" Such has been my luck with the dentist lately.

But she was there. And it was a boring regular check-up. Except on the way out....when the Dr.'s assistant asked me the most dreaded of all dreaded questions you can possibly be asked in the doctor's office: "When was your last tetanus shot?"

Frack. I almost made it out the door without that one. And drat, though I don't remember the exact date, I'm pretty sure it's been 10 years since my last shot. Which I reluctantly admitted to the assistant. Who then ordered me back into another exam room. A very whiney, sniffling, protesting me.

"But those huuuurrrrrrtttt!" I moaned.

No sympathy. She left me in the room and went for the shot. I thought about bolting out the door, but there were too many twisting hallways on the way back to the lobby. I figured I'd get caught before I made it out. I tried to take deep breaths, thinking that someone once told me the shot hurts more if your muscles are tense. Zen moment. Zen moment. She came back in.

"Ow." I said.

Just practicing.

She handed me the paper explaining the shot. Which was actually a combo shot. I whined a little more. "I thought only kids and adolescents have to get the combo shooaaattt." I sighed. No sympathy. She just looked at me and said "Do you not want it?"

HECK NO, I don't want it! But I didn't refuse. I just pretended to read the handout for a couple of minutes, delaying the inevitable.

"OK" I mumbled.

*thunk!*

In went the needle. Zen moment. Relax muscle. Think nice thoughts.

"Thanks," I whispered, as she let me leave the office.

Ooooowwwww! It hurts! My arm hurts! It hurts!

I am writing down the date of this shot. One nurse told me to write it down on the back of my driver's license to keep track. Maybe I'll just use this blog as proof. Yup! Got the shot! Leave me alone!

I hate these things. I don't know what happened to my pain-tolerance level. It used to be fairly robust when I was younger. I have grown wimpy in my olding age. *sigh* We'll just see if I ever go see a doctor again!