Post by The Ox on Apr 17, 2011 20:46:34 GMT -6
SOmetimes you go through life and never realize that the decisions you are making are messing up your future. That the way you are treating your body now will cause it to break down faster than it should. That your mental health will cause your physical health to falter. And that it can all start to snowball before you ever have a chance to realize what happened.
For the second time this month, The Ox sits in the waiting room of his doctors office. He sat here a couple weeks ago... after finally admitting he needed to figure out what was wrong with him after he tapped out to the asscrack jobber during a sparring session. The pain in his foot was too great to keep ignoring.
The door to the waiting room opens and an attractive nurse stands there looking at a chart. The nurse is the one reason Ox doesnt mind coming to this office.
Nurse: Mr Oxenreider. Cmon back.
Ox gets up and tries his best not to limp as he walks behind the nurse as they head to the exam room.
Nurse: Hop up on the table and we will get your vitals.
She wraps the blood pressure cuff around Ox's bicep and presses the button. SHe takes his pulse as the machine pumps up the cuff. It beeps and she writes down the vitals on the chart.
Nurse: Your blood pressure and pulse are slightly elevated today Mr Oxenreider.
The Ox: I told you last time I was here to call me Brian.. or at least Ox. And im sure every man that has you take their vitals show elevated readings.
The nurse rolls her eyes.
The Ox: You guys have done so many other tests on me, you sure you dont need a semen sample too? ill be happy to produce one for you.. or with you.
The nurse slams the chart shut and puts it in the little holder in the door. As she walks out she says.
Nurse: The doctor will be in shortly
And then slams the door shut. Ox smiles and waits. While the comment about the tests was crude, the amount of tests he has been administered since his first trip to the doctor. Blood tests, x-rays, mris, bone scans.. have kept him busy almost everry day.
As he is thinking about it his doctor, Dr Anderson and another doctor walk in the door.
The Ox: Oh. Two doctors at once. This cant be good.
Dr Anderson holds out his hand to shake Ox's.
Dr Anderson: Good Afternoon. Let me introduce you to a collegue on mine. This is Dr Tarrisi. Hes a podiatrist that I asked to come in and look over your x-rays and such.
Ox shakes his hand but looks impatient.
The Ox: Ok.. well I dont mean to sound impatient or anything but lets get to telling me what the problem is and how we fix it. I have already lost enough training time.
The doctors sit down and Dr ANderson begins to speak.
Dr Anderson: Well... your blood work gave us the first indication of what was wrong. Apparently, once you stopped wrestling and thus being so physically active, your body didnt adjust well. And, as you told me you had gained a significant amount of weight, you probably were still eating as if your body still needed the same amount of calories as it did.
The Ox: Your point?
Dr Anderson: Your A1C test is 8.6. Which means you are a diabetic.
The Ox: Diabetic? You have got to be kidding me. Im a finally tuned athlete. Im in great shape.
Dr Anderson: But it appears you have left yourself go for a few years before trying to become a finally tuned athlete. Not to mention your history of drinking alcohol in the past probably didnt help.
The Ox: Ok... so im a diabetic. Ill poke myself a couple times a day and everything will be fine. No big deal.
Dr Anderson: Im afraid it is a big deal. If you dont take this seriously things could get worse.
The Ox: Ive gotten back in shape. Im back to eating decently. Im taking it seriously.
Dr Anderson: This is a permenent change. You need to realize this.
The Ox: Whatever... so too much sugar has caused the pain in my foot?
Dr Anderson: Well.. I think Dr Turrisi should explain whats going on with your foot.
Ox looks toward the mousy looking podiatrist. He is already starting to feel pissed.
The Ox: So start explaining.
Dr Turrisi: Well sir, you have a degenerative condition in your foot that stems from what was probably years of uncontrolled blood sugar. This is the reason for the pain and swelling in your foot. Here.. take a look at these x-rays. One is that of a normal foot and the other is one that we took of your foot last week.
The podiatrist puts both up on the xray wall and turns the light on. Ox looks between the two pictures.
The Ox: Well... my foot just looks.. fucked.
Dr Turrisi: Not how I would have put it, but I cant disagree with the assessment.
The Ox: Fine. So we know whats wrong. What do I need to do to fix it.
Dr Turrisi: Well.. the problem is, it really cant be fixed. We can get the condition stabilized but you left it go too long for it to really get better.
Ox sits there for a moment. He looks back and forth between the two doctors. Thoughts racing through his mind.
The Ox: So you are telling me that I need to just learn to live with the pain?
Dr Anderson: The pain can be managed by staying off of it and getting the right foot wear.
The Ox: Staying off of it? Im training for a comeback. In a few weeks im going to be in the ring with twenty other men and have all plans to win. Staying off of it isnt exactly an option.
Dr Turrisi: I'm afraid sir that your wrestling career is over. You need to be looking at finding activities now that dont require you to be on your feet.
The Ox: Im supposed to listen to a doctor that is probably intoxicated from smelling feet all day tell me I should retire? I have two word for you.. FUCK YOU.
Dr Anderson steps in.
Dr Anderson: Mr Oxenreider. Im afraid I must agree with Dr Turrisi's assessment. If you continue to wrestle with your foot in that condition you risk infection and amputation. You are still a young man. You have enough money that you can live comfortably the rest of your life.
Ox jumps down off the table. Rage in his eyes as he approaches Dr Anderson. He gets right in his face.
The Ox: Maybe you are content with spending your days on the golf course and figuring out how to bilk people out of money for shoddy health care. Im not. Im a competitor. I still have something to prove. I have something to prove to the people that already know Im coming back. I have something to prove to the people I left behind in Illinois who think Im worth nothing and will never be anything. ANd most of all I have something to prove to myself. I dont believe that the body doesnt heal. I dont believe that by sitting on my ass, babying my foot, that my health is going to improve. What I do believe is that this will be the last time you will see me in your office.
Dr Anderson listens to hsi angry patient. When Ox finishes he tries to reason with him.
Dr Anderson: Obviously I cant stop you from walking out of this office. And, while I could try to stop you from wrestling by having the state athletic commission pull your license, I wont do that. But I am going to tell you one more time.. if you continue to stress that foot you will end up losing it.
The Ox: All that education and you are still as dense as a fucking brick arent you. Nothing you can say is going to stop me. And do you think a license or lack of one is going to stop me? Im wrestling in ICW. An organization that once had a match that in order ot win you had to cut your opponents throat. Do you really think they had a license for that? Now get the fuck out of my way.
Ox pushes past the doctor and out the door of the exam room. He heads straight past the nurse and out the office as the scene fades.
A room dimly lit by a lamp. In the center of the room, a desk with a man sitting at it can barely be made out. A panoramic view of the room shows windows that seem to look out forever. By the view, one can figure out that this is the top floor, penthouse office of The Ox at the EFWO headquarters.
The ox is sitting at his desk. A bottle of some kind of alcohol sitting on the desk. Ox's right hand wrapped around the neck. A closeup of his eyes show that he has probably been drinking for a while. As he sits there he mumbles to himself
The Ox: Those doctors dont know anything. pause Ill show them who needs to retire
He takes another long drink from the bottle before slamming it down on the desk. He leans back in the big office chair.
The Ox: Everyone always doubts me. Everyone thinks I cant do it. They thought I couldnt successfully run EFWO. I proved them wrong. They thought I couldnt make a successful womens division.. I proved them wrong.
He pauses his verbal mutterings. He tries to form some clear thoughts in a very cloudy mind.
The Ox: Everyone still doubts me. ICW doubts me. They think im going to be a pushover. Ill show them.
His speech slurring but growing more angry.
The Ox: And her... She thinks Im nothing. She thinks I couldnt be what she needed. SHe doubted me... DAMN her.
The thoughts of his failed relationship intermix with his current troubles. Rage fills him.
The Ox: DAMN THE DOCTORS. DAMN THE DOUBTERS. DAMN ICW. DAMN THE FANS. DAMN HER!!
Ox throws the half filled bottle of booze across the room. It hits the wall and shatters. Tears well up in Ox's eyes.
The Ox: Im not done. I dont care what anyone says. Ill prove to them all that nothing can stop me. Ill prove to them that I am the best. Ill prove that I am still the man I am... the one some dont think I am anymore.
His rage mixed with sadness... the emotions start to subside. He puts his head in his hands.
The Ox: I can do this. I know I can do this
From the sound of his voice, one cant tell if hes pumping himself up, or just trying to truly convince himself as the scene fades.
A few weeks ago
For the second time this month, The Ox sits in the waiting room of his doctors office. He sat here a couple weeks ago... after finally admitting he needed to figure out what was wrong with him after he tapped out to the asscrack jobber during a sparring session. The pain in his foot was too great to keep ignoring.
The door to the waiting room opens and an attractive nurse stands there looking at a chart. The nurse is the one reason Ox doesnt mind coming to this office.
Nurse: Mr Oxenreider. Cmon back.
Ox gets up and tries his best not to limp as he walks behind the nurse as they head to the exam room.
Nurse: Hop up on the table and we will get your vitals.
She wraps the blood pressure cuff around Ox's bicep and presses the button. SHe takes his pulse as the machine pumps up the cuff. It beeps and she writes down the vitals on the chart.
Nurse: Your blood pressure and pulse are slightly elevated today Mr Oxenreider.
The Ox: I told you last time I was here to call me Brian.. or at least Ox. And im sure every man that has you take their vitals show elevated readings.
The nurse rolls her eyes.
The Ox: You guys have done so many other tests on me, you sure you dont need a semen sample too? ill be happy to produce one for you.. or with you.
The nurse slams the chart shut and puts it in the little holder in the door. As she walks out she says.
Nurse: The doctor will be in shortly
And then slams the door shut. Ox smiles and waits. While the comment about the tests was crude, the amount of tests he has been administered since his first trip to the doctor. Blood tests, x-rays, mris, bone scans.. have kept him busy almost everry day.
As he is thinking about it his doctor, Dr Anderson and another doctor walk in the door.
The Ox: Oh. Two doctors at once. This cant be good.
Dr Anderson holds out his hand to shake Ox's.
Dr Anderson: Good Afternoon. Let me introduce you to a collegue on mine. This is Dr Tarrisi. Hes a podiatrist that I asked to come in and look over your x-rays and such.
Ox shakes his hand but looks impatient.
The Ox: Ok.. well I dont mean to sound impatient or anything but lets get to telling me what the problem is and how we fix it. I have already lost enough training time.
The doctors sit down and Dr ANderson begins to speak.
Dr Anderson: Well... your blood work gave us the first indication of what was wrong. Apparently, once you stopped wrestling and thus being so physically active, your body didnt adjust well. And, as you told me you had gained a significant amount of weight, you probably were still eating as if your body still needed the same amount of calories as it did.
The Ox: Your point?
Dr Anderson: Your A1C test is 8.6. Which means you are a diabetic.
The Ox: Diabetic? You have got to be kidding me. Im a finally tuned athlete. Im in great shape.
Dr Anderson: But it appears you have left yourself go for a few years before trying to become a finally tuned athlete. Not to mention your history of drinking alcohol in the past probably didnt help.
The Ox: Ok... so im a diabetic. Ill poke myself a couple times a day and everything will be fine. No big deal.
Dr Anderson: Im afraid it is a big deal. If you dont take this seriously things could get worse.
The Ox: Ive gotten back in shape. Im back to eating decently. Im taking it seriously.
Dr Anderson: This is a permenent change. You need to realize this.
The Ox: Whatever... so too much sugar has caused the pain in my foot?
Dr Anderson: Well.. I think Dr Turrisi should explain whats going on with your foot.
Ox looks toward the mousy looking podiatrist. He is already starting to feel pissed.
The Ox: So start explaining.
Dr Turrisi: Well sir, you have a degenerative condition in your foot that stems from what was probably years of uncontrolled blood sugar. This is the reason for the pain and swelling in your foot. Here.. take a look at these x-rays. One is that of a normal foot and the other is one that we took of your foot last week.
The podiatrist puts both up on the xray wall and turns the light on. Ox looks between the two pictures.
The Ox: Well... my foot just looks.. fucked.
Dr Turrisi: Not how I would have put it, but I cant disagree with the assessment.
The Ox: Fine. So we know whats wrong. What do I need to do to fix it.
Dr Turrisi: Well.. the problem is, it really cant be fixed. We can get the condition stabilized but you left it go too long for it to really get better.
Ox sits there for a moment. He looks back and forth between the two doctors. Thoughts racing through his mind.
The Ox: So you are telling me that I need to just learn to live with the pain?
Dr Anderson: The pain can be managed by staying off of it and getting the right foot wear.
The Ox: Staying off of it? Im training for a comeback. In a few weeks im going to be in the ring with twenty other men and have all plans to win. Staying off of it isnt exactly an option.
Dr Turrisi: I'm afraid sir that your wrestling career is over. You need to be looking at finding activities now that dont require you to be on your feet.
The Ox: Im supposed to listen to a doctor that is probably intoxicated from smelling feet all day tell me I should retire? I have two word for you.. FUCK YOU.
Dr Anderson steps in.
Dr Anderson: Mr Oxenreider. Im afraid I must agree with Dr Turrisi's assessment. If you continue to wrestle with your foot in that condition you risk infection and amputation. You are still a young man. You have enough money that you can live comfortably the rest of your life.
Ox jumps down off the table. Rage in his eyes as he approaches Dr Anderson. He gets right in his face.
The Ox: Maybe you are content with spending your days on the golf course and figuring out how to bilk people out of money for shoddy health care. Im not. Im a competitor. I still have something to prove. I have something to prove to the people that already know Im coming back. I have something to prove to the people I left behind in Illinois who think Im worth nothing and will never be anything. ANd most of all I have something to prove to myself. I dont believe that the body doesnt heal. I dont believe that by sitting on my ass, babying my foot, that my health is going to improve. What I do believe is that this will be the last time you will see me in your office.
Dr Anderson listens to hsi angry patient. When Ox finishes he tries to reason with him.
Dr Anderson: Obviously I cant stop you from walking out of this office. And, while I could try to stop you from wrestling by having the state athletic commission pull your license, I wont do that. But I am going to tell you one more time.. if you continue to stress that foot you will end up losing it.
The Ox: All that education and you are still as dense as a fucking brick arent you. Nothing you can say is going to stop me. And do you think a license or lack of one is going to stop me? Im wrestling in ICW. An organization that once had a match that in order ot win you had to cut your opponents throat. Do you really think they had a license for that? Now get the fuck out of my way.
Ox pushes past the doctor and out the door of the exam room. He heads straight past the nurse and out the office as the scene fades.
Several hours later
A room dimly lit by a lamp. In the center of the room, a desk with a man sitting at it can barely be made out. A panoramic view of the room shows windows that seem to look out forever. By the view, one can figure out that this is the top floor, penthouse office of The Ox at the EFWO headquarters.
The ox is sitting at his desk. A bottle of some kind of alcohol sitting on the desk. Ox's right hand wrapped around the neck. A closeup of his eyes show that he has probably been drinking for a while. As he sits there he mumbles to himself
The Ox: Those doctors dont know anything. pause Ill show them who needs to retire
He takes another long drink from the bottle before slamming it down on the desk. He leans back in the big office chair.
The Ox: Everyone always doubts me. Everyone thinks I cant do it. They thought I couldnt successfully run EFWO. I proved them wrong. They thought I couldnt make a successful womens division.. I proved them wrong.
He pauses his verbal mutterings. He tries to form some clear thoughts in a very cloudy mind.
The Ox: Everyone still doubts me. ICW doubts me. They think im going to be a pushover. Ill show them.
His speech slurring but growing more angry.
The Ox: And her... She thinks Im nothing. She thinks I couldnt be what she needed. SHe doubted me... DAMN her.
The thoughts of his failed relationship intermix with his current troubles. Rage fills him.
The Ox: DAMN THE DOCTORS. DAMN THE DOUBTERS. DAMN ICW. DAMN THE FANS. DAMN HER!!
Ox throws the half filled bottle of booze across the room. It hits the wall and shatters. Tears well up in Ox's eyes.
The Ox: Im not done. I dont care what anyone says. Ill prove to them all that nothing can stop me. Ill prove to them that I am the best. Ill prove that I am still the man I am... the one some dont think I am anymore.
His rage mixed with sadness... the emotions start to subside. He puts his head in his hands.
The Ox: I can do this. I know I can do this
From the sound of his voice, one cant tell if hes pumping himself up, or just trying to truly convince himself as the scene fades.