Wednesday, March 20th, 2002,
Long Island, NY-
DC Visits the Doctor:
Sometime just after we won the championship, I whacked my elbow against a
wall. I ignored it, of course, and a few days later I'm holding my arm up
and my wife says, "Hey, what's with all that black & blue?"
I looked, and my entire elbow was a really cool purple.
I ignored it, of course.
A few weeks go by, and it hurts like hell, but basketball season was
underway, and I didn't want to miss any pickup games. I fell on the floor
one night, and whacked it again. Another time, I touched (just touched)
a guy's hip bone while trying to box him out, and I had to leave the court
nearly in tears of pain.
I ignored it, of course.
So it's about a month to go before spring training starts, and it still
hurts like hell, I can't even rest my arm on a chair or on the console in
my car, there's a swollen knob on the back of my elbow about the size of a
golf ball, and
I ignored it, of course.
Then one day, Meghan comes up behind me and taps me on the elbow, and I
left the chair and headed for the ceiling, so I finally decided, I better
stop ignoring it, right?
I go to one doctor, he gives me some pills, takes an x-ray and says it
ain't broke, but a couple weeks go by and it ain't getting any better. I go
to a specialist, and he looks at it and says, well, if you want to try it,
I can give you a shot of cortisone to speed up the healing. I say,
"Yea, go ahead and do it." I start loosening my belt buckle,
open the button on my pants, and start to drop my drawers. The doctor
looks at me a little embarrassed and says, "Uh, no, um, I gotta stick it in your
elbow!" As an opposing player once pointed out, "He's a dick,
but...!"
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