Less than a year ago I had an embarrassing (but more heroic every time I tell the story 🤔) crash during a sprint triathlon. It led to a trip to the local ER. Fast forward 11 months and I’m back, baby! Not in the same city as the bike crash and thankfully, not in an ER either. It’s a Friday so walk-in clinics are open for business and this “injury” is more like “just Ben getting old.” It was a visit to a local orthopedic clinic with extreme pain in my right knee after accomplishing extraordinary athletic endeavors… and yes, that is sarcasm which can translate to playing adult league slow-pitch softball. But the pain was elite! Like, I can barely even press the gas or brake pedals in my truck.
Going to the doctor to find out, once again, that I’m old is not very entertaining. I didn’t tear anything, break anything, twist anything. I just don’t have much cartilage left in my knees. Plus inflammation. But there was a highlight in the waiting room. Around 60 people hanging around, chatting, checking their phones, listening for their name to be called. A flamboyant man walked through, and stopped in front of the elevator doors. He turned around to us, the waiting patients, and asked if we could all see him… in a very judgemental tone. He then said good, we could type it into our phones. As the elevator doors closed he went on about something and the rest of us were left there wondering what just happened. In our current culture, this might sound like something dangerous was amiss. But this guy, how do I say it… he was a flaming homosexual.
I would’ve brought a book if I knew I’d be waiting for over an hour but I ended up starting a free trial of Kindle I’ll have to cancel later. There goes my attempt at less screen time!
To summarize: Old. Arthritis. Kindle. Gay.
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