Acknowledge your ignorance: an open letter

Dear doctor,

If you are not a sports doctor/trainer and are not listening to my explanation of my pain, do not pass off my pain/discomfort as a mere “overuse injury”. Explain to me why my injury has the pattern it does if it is a mere overuse injury. Do not shrug helplessly at my limited alternatives for healing (no anti-inflamatories) and insist on using the old, so-in-the-box RICE method… with the anti-inflamatories I can’t take.

If you refuse to think outside the box, at least admit your fucking ignorance and refer me to someone who might know more. Not an orthopedic surgeon, but maybe someone who can differentiate what kind of “overuse injury” I might have on a more useful granularity than, “Well, you biked, so it must be because you weren’t in shape. Being new to exercise causes muscle soreness.”

Um, no. That is not the case here. You are not listening to me.

I want an insightful analysis, not an anecdote about your mother’s expensive-as-hell herbal anti-inflammatory or help finding my quads. I told you that I’m fairly up on my anatomy.

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Seasoned wok

Seasoned wok

This process of “seasoning” cookware seems so very odd to me. I’ve used cast iron skillets my entire life, and as far as I know, they weren’t seasoned. We washed them with soap and water, and they still work fine.

Seasoning a wok is even more foreign. Especially since there aren’t even any damn seasonings involved! I think my wok could have used a little basil and salt, quite frankly.

This Saturday, WO and I opened doors and windows and attempted to salvage my wok so that we could make fried rice. It was rusticated, so WO Brillo’d off the rust, we brushed on oil, and we burnt the oil to the wok using the stove.

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