Casa MD

For those unaware… “Casa” is the Spanish word for “House”.

Yes! A double blog day!

WHY!?

Well, I forgot to mention it earlier…

The list of things separating me from my favorite TV show is dwindling by one more…

The list originally consisting of:
*A belief in God
*A medical degree
*A perfectly fine right leg
*I can’t play the guitar, piano, or anything but the iPod (and I struggle with some of them)

So what are the similiarties?
*I lose friends to my honest
*When it comes to other people I’m always right (when it comes to myself… not so much)
*Uber arrogant and cocky and prideful (and am ok with it)
*I not so secretly have a thing for a beautiful woman with a Jewish background (not race, beliefs)
*I have a best friend who enables me and not only lets, but also helps me get away with a lot of shit. Except I make sure mine knows he is appreciated and loved (isn’t that right Andrew)

Ok, I’m not going any further before I incriminate myself…

The important thing is this…

My right leg, is now, home to my bad hip joint.

Because, it wasn’t enough in High school, for it to have my bad ankle. It was not enough for it in early college to be home to my bad knee. And it has never had enough problems being the leg with more muscle pains and cramps than the other.

No no no…

Now; it feels the need, to hurt where the femoral head meets the acetabulum of the Ilium

Or for those who need something in English:

“…the leg bone connects to the… HIP bone…”



Oh I wish it was the musical instrument or medical degree thing…