Since my visit to the GP on Monday, when he advised me to put the arm in a sling ( a fetching blue scarf of Síle’s) my roaming elbow joint has managed to stay, where it should be, in its own socket. Yesterday I went to see the surgeon (third of a series of medics who have been consulted) and he, like the rest, professed himself mystified.
I hate to blow my own trumpet but it seems I am making medical history here- whole generations may well remember me as the inventor of the Dwyer Popping Elbow Syndrome.
But I digress. The surgeon, as the radiologist had predicted has sent me back for a MRI scan and told me I must keep the arm in a sling for the next three weeks- he was quite keen to set it in plaster but fortunately I managed to persuade him that I would be good.
So there you have me, not much wiser but maybe …after next weeks scan….. (In the meantime I am prepared to offer my services as a slot machine in Las Vegas.)