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Same dragon, different day.

Joe came out to call me back to the Physical Therapy clinic’s inner sanctum. He was smiling, but his face fell as I got up and walked toward him. “Oh no! You’re limping!” he exclaimed. “Good morning, Joe,” I said. “Yeah, I am.” In his office, he looked over my chart. “Looks like Dr. H …

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Physiatrist-type doctor to Wren: “Well, I’m stumped.” He’s referring to the fact that steroid injections into both hips, twice, have provided no relief at all to Wren’s painful bursitis. In fact, it’s much worse now than it was. Wren to Physiatrist: (gapes) P to W: “In most cases, bursitis tends to resolve over time on …

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After another lonnnnng night of flipping from one hip to the other, over and over again to relieve the ache, I got up stiff, in pain and grumbling again this morning. I don’t like to grumble, so the fact that I was doing it just made me even more grumbly. But then I thought, “Hey. …

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“Stretching exercises. Twice a day. Three times, if you can handle it, pain-wise. Then ice. Ten minutes, each side. Then heat for twenty…” So said Joe the physical therapist a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been doing just as he instructed. The exercises are uncomfortable, but they don’t hurt me, so I’ve gone ahead and …

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Insatiable curiosity. I have it. And I can blame it directly on my Mom and Dad. I was still toddling around in droopy diapers when they bought, in 36 payments, a full set of the Encyclopedia Britannica for me. It was a hugely expensive, audacious purchase. Dad had just gotten his first job as a …

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I got to see a physical therapist today. Finally. Joe checked me out, asked a ton of questions, and gave me four stretching exercises to do twice a day. He had me do the first set of the day while I was at the clinic so he could show me how to do them correctly. …

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My Dragon. He’s awake. Sure, he’s still sleepy. He’s clumsy, a little disoriented, his dreams shredding away in slow motion as he stretches his limbs and carefully uncurls his long, spiky tail, which he switches back and forth like a cat when he’s alert and hunting. He has outrageous morning breath. Dragon-breath. It burns. The …

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I’m up late tonight. I watched the great old movie, “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?” until well after midnight, and because going to bed means trying to Sleep While Tossing, I’ve stayed up, waiting for another dose of Tramadol and Tylenol to kick in. So it’s very quiet. The TV is off. The only sounds …

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Well, this is it. The day I’ve been waiting for. Today I’m finally getting a physical therapy session that will address my hip bursitis. I have only a smidge of hope left for this. Two sets of corticosteroid injections—seemingly the miracle cure for bursitis—have failed. (I’m sure in my records it says that I failed …

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