As I negotiated the 3 flights of stairs from the parking deck to the entrance of the facility I chuckled to myself as to whether or not I would qualify for a coveted “handicap” parking spot closer to the sliding doors.
As I cleared the final landing in the stairwell, my momentum got the better of me and I almost went for a "ride” down the last section of steps creating quite a racket with the aluminum crutches.
I laughed out loud and muttered a choice obscenity as I caught myself on the hand railing.
At the bottom of the stairs just out of the trajectory of my stumbling there was a female chatting on her cell phone.
While I’m pretty sure I sounded like the Tin-Man from the Wizard of Oz as I struggled to regain my footing, the women not once looked up nor acknowledged my presence during my acrobatic routine.
As my hopes of receiving a judge’s rating of “5” for execution faded I cruised on by not wanting to interrupt her conversation.
“Clop, Clop, Clop” through the lobby, onto the elevator, and up to the receptionist’s desk where a pleasant office assistant handed me a clip board with the same form I have now filled out no less than 3 times and a pen.
“Waiting Room 5”….all the way at the end…Awesome!!!
“Clop, Clop, Clop” 2, 3, 4…Damn It! Dropped the pen…
I would estimate that there were five to seven people who were present in “room 4” when this occurred.
Granted I moved "lighting quick" for a man on crutches in the recovery of my pen, but no one budged, nor did they offer.
Over my right shoulder I realized there was a television hanging off the wall and that everyone was content where they sat.
The Doctor explained that he shaved off some scar tissue from my talus bone and cleaned up a few other things floating around in my ankle. My big toe received the same treatment and everything looked “good to go”.
I must say I’m bit perplexed as to what part of the recovery will take 6 weeks, but my intentions are to try and follow the Doc’s advice to the letter and not get ahead of myself.
Now for those toe curls…