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.

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