greenghost
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There’s Tennis Elbow, Golfer’s Elbow and now… I proudly present…
Fly Fisher’s Elbow.
Alas, I have to reluctantly succumb to calling myself officially old. Forty years of fly casting – often 3 and 4, 12-hour days per week when I was younger – has taken its toll. After I was unable to cast my 8-weight loaded with a lead-eyed Zonker this week – stripers rejoice – I knew had to see a doctor. It was an emergency.
Bad news; osteoarthritis in my right elbow. My left one is fine. I knew the cause immediately. I am not an ambidextrous caster. (Not yet anyway.) My doctor basically said there’s not much he could do. I was on my own except for NSAID’s and Motrin.
But I was faced with a bigger problem; it is fishing prime time, right now, and I have an elbow I can’t cast well with. Something had to be done. I knew this doctor was an official Steeler physician at one point in his career. So I explained my situation in terms he knew. “Doc, Just give me a couple months without pain. This is the playoffs for me … you need to get me through the playoffs!” Out came the biggest freakin’ needle I think I’ve seen.
In conclusion, I have one thing to say, Thank God for cortisone injections. Here I come stripers!
Fly Fisher’s Elbow.
Alas, I have to reluctantly succumb to calling myself officially old. Forty years of fly casting – often 3 and 4, 12-hour days per week when I was younger – has taken its toll. After I was unable to cast my 8-weight loaded with a lead-eyed Zonker this week – stripers rejoice – I knew had to see a doctor. It was an emergency.
Bad news; osteoarthritis in my right elbow. My left one is fine. I knew the cause immediately. I am not an ambidextrous caster. (Not yet anyway.) My doctor basically said there’s not much he could do. I was on my own except for NSAID’s and Motrin.
But I was faced with a bigger problem; it is fishing prime time, right now, and I have an elbow I can’t cast well with. Something had to be done. I knew this doctor was an official Steeler physician at one point in his career. So I explained my situation in terms he knew. “Doc, Just give me a couple months without pain. This is the playoffs for me … you need to get me through the playoffs!” Out came the biggest freakin’ needle I think I’ve seen.
In conclusion, I have one thing to say, Thank God for cortisone injections. Here I come stripers!