How observant are you?
Psalm 30:2 LORD my God, I called to you for help,
and you healed me.
The other day my neighbor texted saying she noticed my car hasn’t moved and it looked like I haven’t been out for a while. Most of my neighbors drove right by. She was going shopping and would pick up some groceries for me. I wrote back thanking her for being so observant and explained about my recent fall and how it was keeping me from going out much.
My plow guy came to help get the car out so I could get to an appointment to have a blood pressure check. I don’t really understand these appointments, the bp is always sky high and they want to push the latest and greatest new drug to you. They should call them, ‘here’s some new drugs for you.’ Anyway, the receptionist gave me a clipboard and with her left hand picked up a mask and gave it to me saying, ‘here’s a mask for you to put on.’
I questioned, ‘that mask? That you’ve just had your dirty hands on?’ She looked at me like she didn’t understand that her hands probably were not sterile.
She started to take another one out of the box without touching it, but couldn’t figure out how to do it, so she just gave me the clipboard.
Later, when the nurse came out to get me, she had ME pick a mask out of the box. I’d like to believe I did not infect the whole box of masks, but really, do they have any idea where my hands were prior to the appointment?!! They could have been loaded with a million coronavirus virui. Or whatever the plural of virus is. Anyway…
For the record, my hands were jump starting my car from not having been started or moved for a month. Surely a little grease and dirt won’t kill the next people getting masks from the box.
As it happened during the drug pushing appointment, I mentioned my fall on my wrist. Before I knew it I was at X-ray and they quickly sent me to the emergency room. At the ER, the receptionist couldn’t find my file and sent me back to X-ray to find out what the problem was. Seemed like the stone age of technology. Once back there, it had been a shift change so the new receptionist didn’t remember me from earlier and didn’t understand my predicament. She said to take a seat and she would figure it out.
They found my chiseled file and a nice young man walked me back to the same receptionist in ER. On the way, in the course of conversation, he said, ‘you have a major break’
I said, ‘really???’
He said, ‘spoiler alert.’
Next an ER nurse took my details and the ER doc came in and told me I had a fracture and it needed to be reduced. I asked what that meant. Reduced is basically the bones getting back into place. He would set up an appointment with an orthopedic doctor.
In the meantime, the ER nurse bandaged me up with a splint.
After all that excitement, I stopped for a few groceries before heading home.
Buffalo photos by Debbie Maynard
The next morning, these Buffalo were running in the road I take to get to the orthopedic appointment. I looked for them on my way, but guess they were still roaming.
Corralling with a snowmobile. You don’t see that every day either.
I arrived at the orthopedic appointment and didn’t really think this office was a good place for wet floors. Despite the waiting room being quite full, they took me right in.
The nurse took some information and then the Doc came in. He asked a few questions and asked if I wanted to see the X-rays. I said yes and asked if I could get a couple pictures for the blog. The arrow is pointing to the break.
Psalm 51:8 Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
This is the problem child. The break. The cloudy part is where the bone is already healing. He told me about a couple options. First, physical therapy to see how much range I get and depending on how much I use it, it might be fine. I told him I sew, sew I use it quite a bit.
The next option had to do with an operation and nuts, bolts and plates. We didn’t discuss this much. He wanted to start with PT. First, another appointment with him in about three weeks and new X-rays.
Ezekiel 37:5 This is what the Lord GOD says to these bones: I will cause breath to enter you, and you will live (and bones will be healed.)
The nurse came back and removed the splint. Then gave me a lovely wrist brace.
On the way home I was stopped at the traffic light when this guy rear-ended me!! I couldn’t stop in the middle of the intersection, so I pulled into the convenience store on the corner. That’s all I need … a good case of whiplash!!
He gave me some lame excuse about his foot sliding off the pedal. Then ran his hand over the dirt on my bumper and said, ‘it doesn’t look like much.’ I suppose I should have called the police, but I didn’t.
These guys were actually Bison. Big news of the day.
This song written by Bill Gaither and Larry Gatlin and preformed by the Gaither Vocal Band, pretty much sums up my falls and the last few months.
I Thought Gettin’ Older Would Take a Lot Longer Than it Did
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