Between missing a lot of regularly scheduled bi-annual sort of appointments from spending two months in rehab, and then missing a lot of rescheduled appointments due to being snowed in, I currently find myself doctored up and doctored out.
Today I saw the doctor who set my femur last November for the fourth time post operatively, at three x-rays each time, plus who knows how many before, during and after the surgery. So when he told me he'd like to see me a couple more times in the next two months, I said "No". And he smiled and agreed. He mostly wants to point out to everyone how beautifully I recovered.
Last week was the endocrinologist and the podiatrist, this week the orthopedist, the pain doctor, next week another orthopedic surgeon (maybe the pain in my right hip is a degenerate hip) and today I had that bone infusion. And something is wrong with my car's steering column, and that has an appointment, too.
The bone infusion: there was a certain smell to the antiseptic the nurse used to scrub my arm before sinking the needle. By tonight the taste of it has migrated to my mouth, and is not pleasant. She promised to send me home with some Tylenol, as I have none, but the nurse who detached me didn't provide them, and the taste in my mouth is being accompanied by a growing headache.
My sister is coming to visit tomorrow, hopefully with Tom. My Windsor chair's rungs are suffering a bad case of winter heat, and to properly treat them I need my longest clamp. It's in the basement, probably in the laundry room, or else in the garage in front of my parking place. I'm not up to those steps yet, and my sister is having ramps installed at her house for her wonky knee. Tom can't get on his knees any more, but still does steps.