Construction season: just not on my hips

For the first in-person meeting with my rheumatologist, he who has yet to prove his efficiency, I went with limited hopes. They were all fulfilled. Indeed, he was only 50 minutes late this time, which is a significant improvement. And this time, he was prepared. My previous railing against his not reading of my medical file before a phone meeting, and he walked in jauntily with all the relevant information at his metaphorical fingertips. 

So, in brief, I now have osteoarthritis in my left wrist (my right wrist, which moves a lot more, allegedly, is fine) and my left foot. X-rays have been ordered.

If I were a horse...