For Dick
because these are his favorite socks.
Retching below the fold.
The doc told me I needed to remove the writing- they weren’t amused by the “this one”. If they do the other one I’m suing them until the whole hospital is working at a burger king, and I’m living in the vacant hospital building. Anyway, the left one (to your right) is the bum knee in question. And those are the new boots- cool, eh? I’m also wearing the new Molle pack. Not visible in this picture. I’m totally ready for an outdoor adventure. In a nudist colony.
Good luck with that knee young fella.
Um, I don’t care whether they’re amused or not… surgeries are done on the wrong appendage often enough that in some hospitals, the staff REQUIRES the patient to write on which leg is to be operated on.
I’d leave the “THIS ONE” on the bum knee, and write “NOT THIS ONE” on the other knee, and write BIG across your torso “NOT UP HERE, GO LOOK AT THE KNEES”.
Tough Shit.
The writing is not there for the amusement of the medical community or yourself.
Arrogant assholes. Farghing Doctors.
Second only to lawyers in the crappy customer relations race.
A medieval rabbi (don’t recall which one) said it best: All doctors will go to Hell, because it is impossible for them not to imagine themselves Godlike at some point in their career.
I had to go back this morning to have an x-ray of my left knee (bursitis was the diagnosis, but my doc wanted to make sure).
The cute x-ray tech asked me from across the room, “which knee,” and I said “don’t worry, i’ve magic markered it.” The silence was deafening. So I said. “Left. It’s the Left. I’m sure you seen larger bulges than this one.”
Hey, eff ’em if they can’t take a joke. Mr. Mo did the same thing when they were about to operate on his Achilles. He drew little scissors and dotted line for good measure. Guess he lucked out, cuz everyone laughed.
Sending positive thoughts yer way, Og.