25 June 2020

Bess's Blurbs: Menfolk, Go to the Damn Doctor Already!

My husband had a motorcycle wreck about 40 years ago and injured his left knee.  No, he did not go to the hospital and no, he did not go to the doctor.  I guess that’s just gotta be a guy thing.

The chickens (aka – pain) are coming home to roost now.  We’ve had a visit to an orthopedic surgeon which resulted in a cortisone/steroid shot and a referral to brace clinic.  The shot only worked for a day, so we were -desperate- for the knee brace.  Gel shots are next on the horizon but the knee eventually has to be replaced.  

Brace fitted, and it -does- help.  He’s still in pain, but it’s somewhat bearable now.  It’s got hooks, elastic, buttons, straps, snaps…  It looks like a torture contraption, but he can’t leave home without it.

After a brief trip to town a couple days ago he looked at me and said “Now I understand why you take your bra off as soon as we get home.”  


- Bess Tuggle

TPC Chief Staff Writer, Correspondent & Contributing Writer 

Bess Tuggle

A jack of all trades, Ms. Tuggle has been a Covington resident since the late 70’s. She's been a K-Mart cashier, cabinet builder, vet tech, office manager for a beef cattle ranch and water well company (where she was able to hold benefits for D.A.R.E. and Scouts), a court reporter, business manager, assistant at a private investigation firm, legal assistant, convenience store clerk, landscaper and elementary school substitute teacher.  Her greatest pleasure is being a wife, mother and grandmother.  Her stories are all real, and all names will be withheld to protect the innocent, and also maybe the guilty, depending on the crime & the Statute of Limitations.  


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