I must say, my entry into the Sports Clinic yesterday was so much better than the first time, I may win a performance award! But something was missing.
Yesterday, we were nearly the first appointment of the day. There were NO real GIMPS in the audience to watch my performance. Just a smattering of middle age people in street shoes! They weren’t even ATTEMPTING to look injured! Not ONE band-aid on a cheek, NO nothing! Why were they there if not at least to watch people like my hobble in.
In three weeks, it hasn’t been difficult to see that my winning any applause for my lobby appearance would involve some smooth skills since it’s a clean simple break. I won’t have the huge braces, big pins through the bone, wheelchair, NO “special effects OR affects” to help my performance be persuasive to win the 2009 Portland Broken Limb Patient Award”. I must rely on charm and a good audience who will understand what I’ve suffered.
I wore a bright white outer coat to make sure the light would reflect the lovely grey of the crutches, I’d put on some skin cream for a bit of color on my now in March-Oregon Pillsbury-Dough-Boy shade of skin, I had trimmed my hair, taken a bath, and looked just spiffy for my entrance, and just “posers” were sitting there! What a disappointment, but I maintained my acting face, because one never knews what director is sitting there secretly searching for the next big star in his General Hospital Episode involving Clarita’s shoving her new paramour out the window and the broken leg takes center stage in that episode.
Well, anyway, I proudly stepped up to the counter and a cheery eyed young assistant checked me in, and just as I’m gamely turning around to make sure I sit where my performance walk can best be appreciated, my name is called! What? I don’t get to stage this better than that? Oh well.
I, and Rodger, were escorted down the hall to X-Ray. Why is it that the X-Ray units are ALWAYS the furthest thing away from where you are at? In this clinic, the lobby’s on the south end of the building. X-Ray at the north end. In the hospital, the Emergency Room was in the WEST end of the big hospital, while X-Ray was somewhere 3 or 4 blocks east of there I was sure.
A Cheery young immigrant technician prepared me asking me to expose myself, er my leg for her. She smilingly asked “What happened to you?” I tried to quickly explain how my “partner” who she’d just seen and I ended up on a dance floor on THAT particular night (anniversary) and she said, “Oh, I don’t understand what you mean.” OK, so THAT little tale didn’t go over very well. She cheerily finished, and escorted us to the patient room where one can read all the medical diplomas of Dr. Ira Weintraub. Wait. I’m seeing Dr. Lamprecht! I want to see HIS medical diplomas. You never want to have your leg sawed off if you see an Orthopedic Diploma from the University of Haiti, right?
So, we waited, sweating out wondering if he would walk in with a chain saw, and a bucket of wet plaster, some gauze while whistling “Oh What a Beautiful Morning!” NO, young Dr. Lamprecht walked in as cool and smart as he seemed he was the first time. A quick study of the X-Rays, and he called us up to review right along-side, a great doc/patient feature, I thought, we found that recovery is ON schedule. There IS some new bone growth at the fracture point.
So my work on act two, the first 3 weeks after the fall is finished. Now, I prepare for act three, the last visit with the Dr. three weeks from now. I must now begin to wean myself off the crutches, begin hobbling around dragging a big heavy boot. THAT was encouraging, but I sensed that he was actually planning to never see me again at some point. Seems unfair, doesn’t it? We liked him, and it seems an occasional visit just to see how he’s doing would fit in our social calendar just fine, but NO, we’re to be “booted” out just like all the other “regular” “boring” people. Apparently, my performance wasn’t stellar enough, eh?
Okay. I gave up, we left, made our appointment for Monday April 20, same time and drove just a few blocks to “The Stepping Stone Cafe” to have a fabulous breakfast at one of the LAST tiny diners that’s been open non-stop for 60 years here. We came home, I, in good cheer, immediately booted out of the house into a shed, got out two more shepherd hooks, placed them at the deck, loaded up bird feeders with thistle, and more seed. (I saw House Finches and Siskiins for the first time). I took the Waste Can out to the road, washed some clothes. By then, I was ready for a sit down.
Recovery continues. NOW. For something completely different, and BEAUTIFUL to me:
If you’re a voyeur (of birds), you will love this: RAPTOR CAM“. It’s a combined project of the Audubon Society here and a TV station… the live cam shows a lovely large Red-Tailed Hawk who’s been sitting on 3 eggs now over two weeks, so the hatching will be happening any day.
It is FUN to occasionally see a tiny bit of bloody remains of something food item the hawk scored on her rare searches for food. (there’s very short ad you must listen to at first, then you can leave your browser open as long as you want to watch this beautiful animal nest…or maybe something more VERY soon).
On the sad side of nature, the timing for most raptors to have kids to feed is set for when the big migrations of all area songbirds arrive. I don’t think I need to say anymore on the subject.
I DO HOPE all’s well with our friends. I will be BACK in public soon, you better watch out.