Venting My Spleen – the Bruise

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.

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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10 Responses to Venting My Spleen – the Bruise

  1. beetleypete says:

    You’re leaving us hanging like one of my fiction serials, Frank! 🙂
    Best ishes, Pete.

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  2. I’m sure you were happy to see Clark, today!

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  3. Little Clark is just who you need to help cheer you up as you recover. I hope the family is able to stay with you for some time. Looks like they are speeding your recovery right along.

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  4. Keep it all moving, Frank. That’s the only advice I can give you!

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  5. Jennie says:

    No broken bone, good news. Bruise, normal. So…there is obviously more. What else should Dr. Bones have done?

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  6. Anonymous says:

    I am so glad you are okay. I have missed some of your posts and will go back and catch up. Believe it or not, I have four family members and one friend that have had their spleens removed for various reasons. Stay safe and I wish you a speedy recovery.
    All the best to you and yours, Johnny

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