I'm 34. I will turn 35 here in about a month and a half. I'm sure some of you reading this are laughing your asses off, or perhaps cursing me because I said I was old. Well, here's why I say that.
Today, I went to the doctor due to some knee pain I've been having (damn you Jim and your inspiration to get on the treadmill!). My pain reminds me of an injury I had WAY back in high school due to some dance classes I was taking. Because of that injury, I wound up in a knee immobilizer for several weeks. Everything just feels VERY familiar. So, I was attempting to explain everything to the doctor. You know, typical stuff. How it felt, when it hurt, what I'd done to cause the injury.
She. Just. Didn't. Get. It.
Once she found out about this lovely little degenerative disorder I have, she latched on to that and was convinced that I have...ARTHRITIS. She diagnosed me with ARTHRITIS. I am too young for that shit. With that in mind, I've decided my doctor is an idiot.
In all fairness, because of my degenerative disorder (I'd tell you what it is but I can't spell it), I'm not surprised to have the "A" word used, but what frustrates me most is that I don't think that is the problem. So after some x-rays, and most likely, an MRI, maybe she will finally listen to me and believe me that it's more than just ARTHRITIS.