April 26th, 2004


Another trip to the Doctor

Being tired of being late or almost late to important appointments, I gave myself plenty of time to get to Dr Travis's office. Kirkland to Ballard. And, of course, since I gave myself lots of slack, there were no traffic problems at all, and I got there over 40 minutes early.

I probably really ought to find a clinic closer to where I live. After all, I originally picked Olympic Medical because they were close to where I used to live. But I like Dr Travis so much, the drive is worth it.

There was an open wireless ethernet in the waiting room, with an essid of "wireless", running on a "Dell TrueMobile 1184". However, it apparently wasn't connected to the internet. Weird. So I passed the time updating my personal journal.

Then one of the medtechs called me back and did my vitals. My pulse is nice, 58bpm. Not bad for how bad I've been about doing cardio work. I had to spent a fairly long time being bored in the exam room before he came in. I described my pain, and the events that caused it, and he asked a bunch of elimination questions (I didn't fall because I fainted, I didn't leave any blood at the scene, no blood urine or stool, I didn't hit my head, etc etc). And then he poked and prodded at my hip and knee, tried having me move it against assorted resistances in assorted directions and dimensions, then he summoned an X-ray tech.

My clinic has an in-house large format X-ray machine. Cool.

Half an hour later we were looking at a neat picture of the right half of my pelvis.

There is *something* that *might* be a hairline fracture, but then it also might be a gaspocket in my colon. I probably just have a muscle strain, or a tendon sprain, or a maybe that hairline, or some combination.

If it hasn't started getting better after 10 days, I am to call him back, and he will order up a CT.

Either way, since I'm relatively young and healthy, and surgery inside the pelvis is difficult, painful, and fraught, even if it is a fracture, so long as I don't do something stupid and make it spread before it heals, there is no reason to go in and pin it.

So, no heavy leg exercises for me for 2 weeks at least.

One of my preferred places to eat in Ballard, Miyi's, has closed. Darn. So lunch instead was at Great Harvest, they had just taken some pesto bread out of the oven. With turkey and fresh organic greens, it was just heavenly.

The weather is just too too nice. If it were not that my screen washes out in sunlight, I would take my laptop out to the lawn around my workplace, and work there.

The funnest thing I've read today

http://www.boingboing.net/2004/04/24/open_letter_to_crack.html http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/27499971.html

Some gems:

Now, I get that you love crack. That is totally understandable. I've heard it is really fun, at first, and quite addictive. What I don't understand is,


I am an engineer. Do you ever see me shaking down bums in the Loin for a calculator and sliderule? No, you don't. Because engineering is the main thing I do, I went and bought myself a calculator. The main thing you do is crack. How do you get by without a crackpipe? The other crackheads must clown on you non-stop. I mean, the fucking saw you used ... is probably worth five or ten bucks. Why not sell or trade it for a crackpipe? You really haven't put much thought into this, have you?

Please, Crackhead, please don't tell me you sold your crackpipe to buy crack. Even a stupid crackhead such as yourself couldn't possibly be that stupid.


just coat both sparkplugs in rat poison. This is probably closer to a punishment that would fit your despicable crime. I'm sure this is super illegal and shit, but it's not like anyone is going to miss you, Crackhead. Don't fool yourself.