ULTRAsound

Hi all. So the dr. visit went well. I was ferried about and made to feel like a real VIP. (If they only knew what a total A-S-S I am.)

I got to feel what my wife felt like (in some small way) when I had ultrasound today. She, of course, had the slimy wand rubbed on her belly (for both our kiddies) during pregnancy. I only had to experience the cold jelly and cock-like imaging tool on my injured calf.

ULTRAsound is somewhat limited (as any of you men with kids will attest: "are you sure that is the head, dr.?")So I was sent for an MRI too. (Results should be in this week.) But the good dr. believes I have a tear in my gastrocnemius muscle. He also believes that the tendon is A-OK. Good news there. BUT we really must await the results of the MRI as I have a lot of scar tissue from the original injury. We also will have to wait and see what sort of treatment is appropriate and how the muscle will react to it. I can tell you that it is sore as a motherfucker right now from all the poking and prodding.



Incidentally, just to clarify, this fat, bruised hock is not mine. (Many of my admirers were alarmed by the trauma to this extremity. I've just got some swelling. Nothing like this. Plus, I wouldn't put any part of me on a grey pleather couch.)



And this ain't me either. My hair lost all its chestnut hue some years ago. It's now a mix of fleshtone and salt/pepper.

Until we speak again,
Keep your feet on the ground and your fingers out of your ass (in public).