'nother Dr. Visit

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Man, this getting old ain't what it's cracked up to be.

Paid a visit to my regular doc that I've been seeing for damn near 40 years to look at what I thought might be a ganglion cyst on the palm of my left hand.

He looks at it, says it could be cyst, could be a thickening tendon. Go see this hand specialist.

So, I see the hand specialist yesterday. I don't think he is old enough to shave. Anyway, he looks at my hand and it's not a cyst. He gave me a name, but I'm old and forgot it already. But, short and stinky, it's a thickened tendon. Surgery has 50% chance of fixing it and a 50% chance of making it worse.

Then he asks what kind of pain I'm in and I tell him none at the moment but if I need to start yanking on big wrenches, swinging BFHs, or climbing equipment ladders, things can get pretty sore.

This was the best part. He stops telling me about the surgery, looks me square in the eye, and says "You're 61 years old, why are you pulling on wrenches, climbing ladders, and swinging hammers?* You should be a supervisor by now."

"I am a supervisor, but these machines don't fix themselves. Add that I'm always short staffed means I gotta get in there, too, to get the job done."

We decided that I'll need to start wearing fingerless gloves when I start doing heavy stuff now. I'm a bicyclist so there has to be 10/15 pairs around the garage that I can use.


*I need to use this line on my boss.