Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Parkinson's has ramifications that you never even thought about.  On Saturday morning I went to see my personal trainer, Craig Marks (as opposed to my impersonal trainer that posts on the anti-social media). When I went to change from my long pants into my gym shorts, I noticed discoloration on each of my lower legs.  The color was candy apple red and it crept up from my ankle to about halfway to the knee.  It didn't hurt at all, and maybe a drop itchy.  But it screamed out at Craig who told me to make a beeline to the emergency room.  His fear was that I had cellulitis, a nasty staph infection.
I got to the Cleveland Clinic Cleveland Rocks
and the Triage Nurse said to me, looks like cellulitis.  I should have known right then to doubt the diagnosis; as the triage nurse who, based on the job title, had me expecting someone like Genevieve Bujold
  Instead ,
a male nurse named Bill, saw my legs, shook his head back and forth, and said, in no uncertain terms-cellulitis, as he reached for his cigarettes.

When I was brought back to see the doctor, he asked me a few questions, which my answers, led him to conclude I didn't have cellulitis, but dermatitis..

Here's the kicker, he asked me if he could take a picture of my leg; and offered me a document so that I could sign a release.  I said sure, but why---educational purposes.  May this be the last time I am asked to be the poster child for anything,

However, I did think I may be able to parlay this into becoming a shin model, a la George Costanza's hand modeling.

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