So, after a few weeks, I went to the doctor to get looked at. What a costly mistake. Actually, first I went to urgent care. Waited for two hours because I didn’t have an appointment. When I finally got to see someone, I was told pretty quickly they had no idea what was wrong with me, so I should go to the ER and talk to a doctor. The ER was just up the hill, so I went, and was ushered to a dingy, poorly-lit back room, where a nurse attended to me.
She was very friendly, upbeat, and welcoming. I described the symptoms and told her that urgent care asked me to visit her. She laughed, then frowned, then said, “One moment,” and went out of the room. When she returned, a moment later, three other nurses were with her. “Tell us again what your symptoms are,” she instructed.
Every nurse looked concerned as I explained how every morning, I woke up with a heavy, stiff arm and swollen palm. When I finished, no one said anything—they just stared at each other. One of them said she would get the doctor.
She returned with the doctor, and man, this guy...He swaggered in with a sort of James Dean, careless demeanor that suggested he would answer what no one else could. All of the nurses looked at him as I explained, again, my symptoms. He leaned against the wall. He pursed his lips. He listed a variety of things it “could” be. Then he stopped. I waited. We all waited. He smiled and looked at me.
“You need an ultrasound,” he said. “But it’s probably carpal tunnel.”
None of the nurses looked convinced. I was shocked. Carpal tunnel? The cubicle disease? I was not ready to accept that. I said we should go for the ultrasound. The doctor shrugged, eased off the wall, and sauntered out. The nurses started to leave as well, and the first nurse, no longer so upbeat, told me to hold tight while she grabbed a special cast for cmy wrist. As she was applying it, she told me to wear it every day until things got better. I was still in denial. No way I had carpal tunnel syndrome.
Then I went to the ultrasound. Less said about this the better. Just a lonely room in almost total darkness, performed by an old man who did not speak. I was getting upset, as I felt completely mis-diagnosed, and now had lost my whole morning to the hospital, in return for a useless carpal tunnel cast.