Toritto and Clark Cassius this morning
And so the first week of May I called Dr. Bones, my orthopedic guy whom I met half a dozen years ago when I suffered s small fracture in my foot to explain about my fall on my hip. Told him I was walking around but wanted to ensure I hadn’t broken anything.
“Come in! Come in!” I received a speedy appointment.
Now we are in the midst of the Corvid lockdown when I get to my car using one crutch and virtually no one is one the road. At the ortho office there is a young man outside in a mask to take my temp before entering. Inside there is no one but me. A young woman ushers me to the x-ray room for pictures. Stand. Turn left. Snap. Then to a patient waiting room to wait for doctor bones,
He and a young associate come in and examine my hip. Sitting. Standing, Shake it a bit from side to side. Raise your leg off the ground.
Out come the x-rays.
“Well you didn’t break anything.”
I am relieved, “You should be feeling ok but I will give you an appointment in a couple of weeks to check it out if you don’t feel its back to usual.’
Thanks doc! I drive home feeling better. I used the crutch less; just to take any undue stress off of my hip.
Two days later I get out of bed ready to shower when I see it in the mirror.
A large ugly black and blue bruise traveling both up and down from the hip bone.
Yikes! What’s that? Calm down Toritto, Its a bruise, It s to be expected. Everything else seems normal. I feel ok. No difference in the hip other than the color. It will go away like black and blues do.
And it does. Two days later it is gone.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
to be continued.