Once upon a time, I smashed my kneecap into about 5 pieces. I wish I could say it was playing rugby or football or mining or something but it was disc golf (?!?!?!). Was on hydro for weeks, I think. I don't remember much about it. I do remember that stuff making me feel way better than any human really should.
I also remember the day I sat in the surgeon's office and we had the weekly "what's your pain level?" conversation. And I knew good and well that the pain was basically gone. And he knew I knew it. And he knew I really, really wanted more of those pills. And he asked if it might be time to switch to Tylenol and sort of gave me a certain, probably well-practiced, look. The one where an eyebrow does that thing.
I remember taking stock of the situation, looking longingly into the abyss, and turning back. That doctor fixed my knee, but, more importantly, probably saved my life with a 2-minute conversation.
I also remember the day I sat in the surgeon's office and we had the weekly "what's your pain level?" conversation. And I knew good and well that the pain was basically gone. And he knew I knew it. And he knew I really, really wanted more of those pills. And he asked if it might be time to switch to Tylenol and sort of gave me a certain, probably well-practiced, look. The one where an eyebrow does that thing.
I remember taking stock of the situation, looking longingly into the abyss, and turning back. That doctor fixed my knee, but, more importantly, probably saved my life with a 2-minute conversation.
Thanks doc!