I've had a nagging injury. I went to see the doctor yesterday. She examined. She poked. She prodded. She checked range of motion. She ordered an xray. She ordered an MRI. This all happened in an ever escalating series of decisions made for me. It's the way we work here.
I told her that I, in no way, wanted to undergo surgery. She heard my plea. She said, "It's going to have to be part of the conversation."
So here we are. I'm facing the very real possibility of surgery on my wrist/hand. This terrifies me.