It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors!
In the past few weeks, I’ve seen doors I didn’t ever want to again if that could be helped (emergency room doors), and new doors, too. All revolve around my breaking my wrist three weeks ago. I didn’t think to take photos of the doors of the ER. Of course, I was holding my broken wrist so clicking even the tiniest phone or camera button was out of the question as I was out of hands with which to do so.
But my first follow-up orthopedic doctor visit, and the more than hour I had to wait for my appointment, made capturing some doors related to this experience possible. Plus, it took my mind off the more than hour (did I mention it was more than an hour) he was behind that morning.
THIS! This is the door to the promised land, the back area where Dr. Ortho would update me on my healing wrist’s progress. I stared as this door LONG past my original early appointment time. Imagine my glee when it opened, and the open door was for me. … … …
Once you’re led to the promised land, there’s, of course, more waiting. But! I got my own secret waiting place and another door to await it’s opening with glee. This door would open to let Dr. Ortho enter and give me the hopefully good news about my healing.
This is the view I’ve had both times I’ve seen him — when he fitted me with my awesome Exos cast and for my first follow-up. As you can see, I learned all about the shoulder (I also now can tell you all the bones in the hand, wrist and arms). Also, as you can see, I had Nicole Kidman on the cover of WebMD cheering me on (the AARP and Rolling Stone peeps are unknown to me).
This is more of a ‘window’ than a door — a look inside not only my radiolucent cast (allowing X-rays to be taken without removal), but also inside my skin. I hear you… It IS cool! Dr. Ortho says I’m healing well, and I obviously followed all of his instructions. I said, “I’ve been so good. You have no idea. Santa’s going to bring me a truckload.”
After an excruciatingly long wait to get my good news, in the blink of an eye it was time to leave. I’ll see Dr. Ortho (and that same boring room again probably) in a few short weeks. Maybe then, the cast will come off and I can start the fun work (sarcasm!) of moving my wrist and getting my fingers to bend into a fist (that’s my homework… they go about 1/3 of the way towards that goal now… … … Go, me!).
Goodbye, Dr. Ortho! See you next time! Your front door here is wide open (thanks, says the broken limbed folks). Let’s try to open those inside doors more quickly next time. So many people waiting… has EVERYBODY been roller skating lately?