Both of these feet are mine, the left foot’s swollen because I had to walk to a doctor’s clinic, today.
It was nice to get out, have some fresh air, listen to people talk and laugh. There were a couple of people in the doctor’s waiting room. Then she called me. It was my first visit to an arthritis specialist.
She ran a thorough physical exam, asked me all the right questions, then told me she was going to order an MRI and have me come back in six weeks. She told me I have a form of progressive osteoarthritis, related to hemochromatosis.
There’s a point where you tune out. You don’t do it deliberately but you’ve heard all these words before, from someone else or you’ve read them and they just become a jumble and they assume a trance like rhythm of their own.
You ask questions, you get answers, smiles are exchanged, nods are passed around, even handshakes, I put my hat on, the doctor lifts her pen. I go make my next appointment, pay for this one. I limp home. Life on the trail of hemochromatosis.