If you’re a regular here at CreakyJoints, you probably visit more than one doctor’s office on a regular basis.

Because I have such strange health, I have several specialists. Of course I have a rheumatologist. Add to that a hematologist, a digestive specialist, a spinal surgeon and of course a primary care physician. I add and subtract doctors depending on what else is going on with this body I’m stuck with.

I visited my rheumatologist’s office the first week of May for my monthly visit with my doctor’s physician’s assistant. I like her. We talk about how I’m doing, how the medicines are working and anything else going on. 

I’ve managed to damage a muscle in my left shoulder to the point I felt the skin was ripping open and blood was running down my back when I moved wrong. Of course nothing of the sort  was really happening, but it was a true 10 on that pesky pain scale.

Along with the other prescriptions I get each month, she added lidocaine patches for that spot. 

I don’t mind visiting that office because everyone there is sick like me. We aren’t contagious and it’s a great place to vent with people suffering the same way. We trade tricks on treating ourselves and it’s comforting to talk to someone as sick as you without having to explain.

The next week it was time for my quarterly visit to my primary care doctor. I like her too, but I view her waiting room as a petri dish of diseases I will catch and have to deal with for weeks after the appointment.

I wasn’t wrong.

I love my primary care doctor. She is matter-of-fact, funny and knowledgeable. 

She also examined my shoulder and said she had a compounding physician who could make a lotion that would ease the pain and help with the inflammation. It sounded good to me, so I got a bottle and my insurance covered it.

It works better than the patches.

Sadly, though, I picked up some kind of respiratory infection there. It’s the only place I’ve been that had more than three or four people in it who weren’t medical technicians of some kind. 

The day after the appointment my I started losing my voice. My nose starting dripping and by the next day my lungs sounded like hamsters had been let loose. 

I was happy to have the medicine for the pain in my shoulder when I started coughing.

Anyone with a suppressed immune system always weighs the pros and cons of everything we do. We gamble. We take a hand of cards of the dealer and hope we get lucky.

We join in the poker game always underway in the waiting room. We hope we get a winning hand and get out of the waiting room full its coughing, sneezing and fever-ridden folks with their aggressive germs as soon as possible. Sometimes we win, other times, like in my case, the house wins and I find myself drinking plenty of fluids. resting, sounding like I’ve got pneumonia when I start coughing and hoping I can beat this thing in a week or so.

Otherwise, it’s back to the gambling den of my primary care doctor’s office for another around of contagious poker.