random thoughts – Day 1,815 – (Thursday) – wrist modeling

Another week, another visit to the doctor, another x-ray. The office has an x-ray center, so at least it’s convenient. And now it’s a dream come true and I am officially a hand/wrist model. Once my portfolio is assembled, the work should start flowing in and I’ll be draped in bejeweled bracelets and featured in ads for high-end luxury jewelers, or more likely, x-ray ads for medical hardware companies. As long as it pays, do I care which? The answer is no. 

Latest addition to the hand/wrist model portfolio.

Across from the X-ray room are exam rooms with the patient’s x-ray on the screen and ready for the doctor. There is a visit with the doctor and maybe an assistant, then a stop at the checkout desk, and off I go, back to my day. It’s a very efficient flow with minimal waiting. 

This week’s personal medical advance was the removal of the eight staples that were grossing me out any time I happened to see them, which was as infrequently as possible. I looked away as they were removed, just as I look away during blood draws and inoculations. Over the years I have perfected the art of staring at a wall opposite whatever action is being done. This also applies during TV shows and movies with medical procedures.

Now the incision site is covered in steri-strips which will allegedly stay on for about a week or so and then “naturally” come off. The removable brace is for sleeping and as needed for support. The best news of the week is that I don’t need to go back for four weeks. I was cautioned to remember I still have a broken bone held together with a plate that could be reinjured if I’m not careful. Noted. So, no boxing, handsprings, or wrist curls with weights. Got it.

There was a loyalty $5 off coupon from the preferred pizza purveyor, so supper was a delivery order. A half hour after ordering, a grilled veggie sub (onion, pepper, mushroom, provolone) and pint of Greek lemon soup landed on the table in my enclosed porch. So delicious, not anything I would cook at home, and there’s half of it left for tomorrow’s lunch. I like strategic planning.