welcome to america,
where it is our custom to wait
until medical issues become too big to ignore before
seeking professional help. this is not from
adherence
to some stoic code, but merely a fear of the
cost. it's
been 12 days to the moment since i self-diagnosed
a torn calf muscle after hobbling off the
tennis court,
but re-injury and slow healing got me hankering for
a
second opinion. the doctor confirmed what i'd
learned
from the internet and allayed my concerns that it
might
be worse. no surgery needed, he said leaving the
room,
"but they want to take an x-ray." the they
was telling; i'd
seen this superfluous hard tissue imaging upsell
before
and, maybe because i was feeling hardboiled
from too
much noir fiction, i got dressed
and firmly declined
when the attendant came for me. she looked surprised
but said nothing as she closed the door in full
retreat....
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