The doc stuck the long syringe into my ankle and asked, "How'ya doin'?" He had prepared the injection site with a cold spray on the surface. "Okay," I said, "except I shouldn'ta been watching that needle go in." It was nauseating to watch the depth of the insertion.
"So are you okay?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said, feeling like I was going to throw up.
A cortisone shot, a steroid, had just just been injected deeply into my pesky left ankle, which had hurt for a year and a half and had curtailed, or, actually, eliminated my running. If this miracle shot of cortisone into the trouble zone didn't take, I had ankle surgery upcoming on my schedule.
I heaved off the examining table and stood up. The pain of the last year and a half was instantly gone.