Doctors Again

If only I could afford it, I’ve found my new art for our big dining room wall: a piece by Mark Messersmith. I had dragged Grant to the Orlando Museum of Art to see the exhibit of forged Jean-Michelle Basquiat pieces. Of course, OMA and the guys that found these pieces in a storage shed swear that these are all originals and worth gazillions. (In 1982, Basquiat became the highest priced American artist, when a piece of his sold for $110 million.)

The FBI is looking into their claim. Anywho, as my father’s friend Jack used to say, we went to OMA and just outside the Basquiat exhibit were two Messeesmith pieces. My kind of Florida art. 

We were over on the east side so I could tell my tale of aches and pains once again to my ortho guy and his current resident. After much poking and “does this hurt” “yes, it does”, he’s decided I have a high hamstring strain which takes 3+ months to heal, so no surprise I still hurt. Plus I’m old, which means it likely will take even longer. My hands, elbows, and shoulders are simply collateral damage from having to lift myself up since my legs hurt so much. Just to be sure, he ordered X-rays and a MRI. More importantly, he prescribed meloxicam which really eased the pain when I took it before. Most importantly, I have a 30 day script, with a refill. This too shall pass.

In the meantime, our friend awaits a biopsy of masses on his liver and pancreas. Last Friday, he went to his local hospital with chest pains. During his work up, a CT scan showed the lumps. Now, after 3 days at Cleveland Clinic, he’s being sent home since he tested positive for Covid. I suppose a few more days waiting really won’t make any difference, however, one would think, since he was already been lying there, spreading germs, do the dang test. Sigh. 



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