Well, I did something not too rational in either December or January; I was enraged with the stupidity I was surrounded by at University and decided it would be a good idea to take a walk and let lose some testosterone by punching various hard surfaces throughout the university residence. The adrenaline coursing through my body was so high that I didn’t notice the pain. However, when I stopped I knew my pinky knuckle on my left hand was not going to be okay come morning.
Little did I know that six months later the pain and discomfort experienced would remain the same as earlier months, and that a doctor’s appointment I had been putting off for months would leave me enraged.
I arrived at the doctors at 4:10 for my 4:20 appointment, but had to wait until 5:30 to be checked up; only double the normal wait times I’ve experienced my entire life. I got checked out, had my scan, and discovered the news; nothing was broken, the joint was injured, and I could expect to heal within perhaps three weeks. What he forgot was that it had already been “healing” for six months and that the incident had occurred in the winter months.
I quickly realized this mistake, and pointed it out. What did I get? A look of confusion. Then, an explanation; my tendon was most likely injured. Silence.
“How long will it take to heal doc? A year?”
He smiled, and gave an inconclusive answer I do not remember that essentially put my healing time in a bracket of three weeks to over a year. I walked out, but questions quickly came pouring into my head; how will I know the progress? Isn’t leaving it unprotected not helping, considering three out of seven nights I wake up and experience a throbbing pain in my left hand knuckle due to sleeping on it? If my knuckle has healed so little in six months (almost feels like it is worse some days) why will it heal at such an exponentially higher rate in the next six months?
I should have asked these questions, but hearing the holy words of the man with the PhD clearly turned my brain into ignorant fodder for a minute or two.
This is not new. Long wait times, terrible diagnoses; I have experienced it all in Canadians highly “esteemed” Universal Health Care system. Perhaps I am being too rash, but I have heard so much of the same, and my experience ever since I was a child has not changed; instead of playing with toys and waiting for far too long, I now sit in the chair and curse the service I am always being provided.