Dr. and disclaimer

     The name of the Dr. staring in the the funny-ness is purely intended for comedic purposes.  Not a name that I know of.  In fact it goes back to the days of video arcades and putting you names on the wall of fame.  Oh those days....quarters....video games....where was I?  On with the post.

     I began to make calls after 10 in the morning.  Most Dr. offices open around 9.  Had my cell phone and a notebook handy.  I was taking this seriously.

"Good Morning, Dr. I.P. Freely's office, how can I help you?"

"Good Morning," I retorted cheerfully, "Dr. I.P. Freely saw me at questionable hospital yesterday and I was called to make a follow up appointment."

"Dr. I.P. Freely saw you at questionable hospital?"

"Yes he was the bone Dr. on call in the E.R."

"And questionable hospital told you to call?  What is he nature of your injury?"

"Well I injured my knee yesterday and had to go to the E.R.  They told me to follow up with Dr. I.P. Freely."

"Dr. I.P. Freely is a hand doctor."

     Thus begat the confusion.  The young lady was pleasant enough to me over the phone.  She gave me 3 numbers of bone doctors to try.  I thanked her and wished her a good day.

     Number 1:  The number you have reached is.....Huh?
Yup first doctor and his office number was disconnected.  Daunted but undeterred I sallied forth.

     Number 2:  Very, very, very bored girl answered the phone.  In fact I felt terrible for disturbing her with the phone call and almost apologized.  I explained my situation.  She asked for my insurance information.  She then told me they would call me back to see if they took my insurance.  
I'm still waiting for them to call me back.

     Number 3:  A very bright and cheerful office assistant took my call.  No they didn't take my insurance.  They could fit me in next Tuesday.  The cost would be $250 up front.

     She also advised me to call questionable hospital and make have them help find be a bone Dr.  Since it was their responsibility.  

I was done with Dr.s for that day.

t.b.c

Maybe it will go away

     My old chiropractor had the title of this blog hanging in her office.  I was entitled the 5 most dangerous words.  I was not about to start practicing them.

     Once the B.I.L. was told, then my sister, I settled in.  I'd not be going to work for a few days.  I stationed myself on my bed and watched t.v.  Keeping the weight off the leg except for trips to the bathroom.

     An immobilizer is just what it sounds like.  It forces the appendage to stay straight and not bend.  This made the bathroom very difficult to manage.  Not to mention just getting there limping along.  

     I was using an old electrolux part as a cane.  You can play along at home.  Go to the bathroom and do not bend your right leg.  Logistically difficult.  Must move garbage pail.  Damned tub, now have to sit at a difficult angle.

     I had my brother in law station a bottle of seltzer on the counter for me and wished a good day.  I was alone.

     Settling in for some sleep and day time television watching.  It was a day.

     I'm going to stop this entry here.  The next one shall have some good humor in it, least I think so.  We shall see.

t.b.c.

Lets get it on...

     The routine was going all to well.     April passed blissfully away as it does each year.  Even the dog enjoyed the new regime.  She was happily on a schedule.  Then good old May 22 came.  Why is the day important.  Just gives an idea of when things happen.  And because I said so.

     Let me say this at the start.  I'm far from graceful.  My right foot has always had a tendency to drag from time to time.  Know anyone else who has tripped going up the stairs instead of down.

     Well that morning I decided to replenish the bagels in my freezer. I was out.  So I stopped at my store and got 5 sliced in half and was happily on my way.  To much foreshadowing?

     My car was across the street and it happened.  I tripped.  With a good deal of force.  Landed on my left elbow and my right knee landed into the edge of some belgium blocks.  Go look them up if you're unsure what they are.

     I was down for a few minutes, my pants were torn.  I grabbed my bagels and decided to go home and ice the knee.  Technically this was nothing new.  Last time I walloped it, around the time of the 4s, it's somewhere on the list of blogs.  I iced it down and it responded.

     Not so this time.  Even more alarming, it was increasingly difficult to bend my leg.  I was in trouble.  I called a neighbor, 75 year old ex air force person.  I mean he literally just came back from seeing his girlfriend in Canada.  He was up and was glad to take me to the E.R.  Once I got in the passenger seat he closed the door for me.  I couldn't.

     I felt it was the right move.  We arrived.  Told him that I'd call him later if I needed a ride home.  I mean the hospital is a freaking 10 min. away.  

     Up on a bed, gave me more ice bags.  This had to be about 8 in the morn now.  Gave my story and such.

     I got the usual xrays and quick cat scan.  I saw the young Dr. on call all of 2 min.  Had a misstep in the bathroom.  How I longed for my sweats with a zipper.  Or for that matter the ability to bend my leg.  I literally pissed myself.  Oh sorry that happened a little before the cat scan.  Anyway, I was obliged with a plastic bag and some scrubs.  

     At about 2 I was told, no break, no fracture.  Good news.  They then put an immobilizer on my leg and didn't quite say how long to wear it.  Was asked if I could get a ride home.  I was of course offered a script for some pain killers.  I refused.  Damn they push those things huh?

     I was also told to call the bone doctor that saw me and was on call the next day.  With instructions that he's seen me in the E.R.

"I saw no bone doctor." I said.  
"Well this is the name of the one that was on call.  Just call the office tomorrow and follow up with them."

     My neighbor arrived.  We got home.  Shit.  I didn't bring my house keys. So I had a nice visit with him until the B.I.L. came home.

t.b.c.  miss these?

Prelude to a storm of sorts

     Things settled into a nice little routine.  Took turns going up to see sister in the center.  She'd even made some friends.  Some people have all the luck.  Oh well.

     On the weekends brother in law could take her out for a few hours.  They enjoyed that.  Cooking was somewhat split.  I also instituted a weekly menu.

     One thing about my sister that remains true, she doesn't like to eat the same thing in a week.  She claims otherwise.  Even thought it is how we were raised.  Never let food go to waste.  Re-purpose dinners etc.

     I had the late shift on the weekends.  Sunday night it fell to the B.I.L. to do dinner.  I have taken to buying a pre-cooked chicken that just needs pre-heating for that.  Can you say run on sentence?  So that was something he could manage.

      I even got some yard work.  Time short.  Will continue.  Trust me.

-later

Me, Coffee, and a synopsis

Coffee and I say good morning.  But let's continue as the bakery calls me this Sunday morning.

     So I made it back to the hospital, to the room. to find my sister very in and out of it.  Full of stuff to say without saying anything.  Apparently my Brother In Law was on the way too.  How I beat him there in rush hour traffic is still beyond me.

     There were 2 choices on the table.  She could be released or sent to rehab.  We all opted for rehab.

     Let's just say the day was full of oddities.  B.I.L. left about 1.  In case you don't recall, and why would you, he'd been up since 2 in the morn the previous day.

     I went home at some point.  Got a phone call in the evening that she was to be transported.  So all was well.

     Mind you I'm leaving out a few things.  1 or 2 that I remember and others that are fuzzy.  For instance it could have been her that called to say about the transport.  I've little recognition if she arrived that night or the following morn.  But thankfully we were done with that hospital.  Now the fun could begin in earnest.

     At some point we'd see her in rehab and rearrange her room a bit.  A bit of a nicer room.  Looked out into a little courtyard where there were picnics.  And if you strained you neck to the left you could see the gym.

     I think she started using the gym the following Monday.  But all was sort of well.  I want to say this was in March, just unsure how deep.

     Okay, glad to see a few are already back for the misadventures.  This is it, coffee just about gone.
Bakery is calling me like no ones business.

     Have some pico de gallo left over from last night.  Going to introduce it into and egg and toss it on a roll for breakfast.  Go enjoy your Sunday.  I'll be back again.

-later

wow

     All this seems so long ago.  It's now August and this blog is stuck in what....April or something?  I'm sorry.  

     I do wonder if anyone will come back but then who knows.  So much has happened and is going on.

     It's a rainy weekend in New York.  Had a lot of coffee this morning and am waiting to leave the house.  I just don't know what to say.

     Where would I even begin?  Should it be from the last narrative entry.  Which to me was an anon ago?  One of those decisions.

     The more things change the more they stay the same.  I will make an effort to blog daily this month.  No big promises.  I may skip a few chunks.

     Like the last of the last entry and just springboard forward a bit.  For no other reason than that the time line is once again corrupted by many things and much distance.

     So yes there will be more to follow.  And I've still a lot going on.