I'm on the war path today. This time I have my sites set on bay area medial professionals. Basically all of you. (*slight* exaggeration.)
I started writing a post on my disappointment in the health care I have received since I moved to California, but then began to realize how boring the whole thing was. So I am going to make it simple. For the most part the doctors I have seen here have sucked. Really SUCKED. My most recent ankle injury has left me fuming at the "care" I received. Let's put it this way-I was injured back in January and here we are in June, only now discovering that I have a fracture, torn ligaments and bruised bone. Awesome. And the podiatrist my less than attentive primary care physician referred me to? Look him up on Yelp and you will see that his patients are basically screaming to STAY THE HELL AWAY. Perfect. Just Perfect. So to you, bay area doctors who I have had the displeasure of meeting, a cyber punch in the face. Thank you.
Who's up next?
The elliptical machine. Okay, so an elliptical machine isn't living and doesn't have a face, but I would still like to smash it to little bits and pieces. Dumb gerbil wheel, how I despise thee. Now that I am unable to run due to my bum ankle, I have to select a low-impact aerobic exercise to keep myself from becoming a total lethargic reality-tv junkie. So basically it's swimming (which I don't do.), biking (which I don't do.) or the elliptical. I don't swim because, really I don't know how. The whole thing is embarrassing and uncomfortable for me. I hate floundering about in the YMCA lap pool with impatient swimmers behind me, wondering if I have ever really graduated from the dog paddle. (No. I haven't.) And biking? I have been afraid of a bike since I was 10 years old. Speeding on two rickety wheels. Nothing between you and the pavement but your skinny little bones. I know. Irrational. Whatever. I'm crazy. Sue me. That leaves me with...the elliptical machine. The f*cking elliptical machine. It's hard and it's boring, even when I'm plugged into Bravo TV watching a rerun of Tabitha's Salon Takeover. It is BORING. I watch the clock tick off every second. Tick Tock. I smell the stink of the person on the adjacent machine. I want to go home. I want the nightmare that is "exercise" to be over. So I dutifully put in my 30 minutes and leave the gym feeling totally unfulfilled. Screw you elliptical. There has to be something better.
What else? What else? There must be something, but I'm all tired out from being angry and I'm going to bed.