Waiting at the Gate

Findings from my Monday X-Rays were posted yesterday. I don't know exactly what all of the words mean except that I have arthritis and that nothing is broken. It doesn't seem as though I have a major problem although it sure feels like one. My GP, may or may not break it down for me — the report I mean and not my arm although there are times that she might like to do just that.

There is no fracture or suspicious bony lesion. The glenohumeral joint is anatomical. There is some degree of osteoarthritis of the glenohumeral joint which evaluation is suboptimal due to positioning. There is early osteoarthritis of the acromioclavicular joint. The remainder of the visualized bony structures is unremarkable. The soft tissues are unremarkable.

I also had my second physio treatment yesterday, but the therapist hadn't seen the results yet, although it seems as though there will substantive for her to see. She did tape me up to try to reduce pressure  ==>.

I'll wear the tape for a few days and will then see her again next week. I am not expecting a cure but am hoping for enough relief to function better with less pain. It sure would be nice to be able to go to bed again.

Then, the hospital didn't want to let me leave.

You see, we have to pay to exit the hospital parking lot by dropping three bucks in the machine. The gate lifts and off we go. In theory.

We have dollar and two-dollar coins here. The dollar coin came first. It had a loon 'engraved' on it, so we called them loonies. We still call them loonies, but I never look at them and don't even know if they still bear the loon image. When the two-dollar coin came about, we simply called them toonies. Canadians are very imaginative, eh.

I write that to write this about dropping the coins into the gate box. Every toonie that I possessed, and I had three of them, which is one more than I supposedly needed to have the dadblasted gate lift, simply passed through the machine — rattle rattle, clunk at the bottom. Of course, I tried each one more than once. There is an outside possibility that I swore as they continued to be rejected. Fortunately, I also had three loonies which the machine accepted. The gate rose, and I went on my way. But what about next time?

Once released from parking, I proceeded on my way to meet the boys for coffee. I couldn't get them both into one selfie, so here we are with their little heads behind my gigantic noggin. Please notice who has the best cap.

Nick

Bob

Anyway . . .  before I so rudely interrupted myself with my exciting coffee date, I was going to say that the city hospital parking worked much better when we were there on Monday. You get a stub when you enter the lot. When it is time to leave, you pay any way that you wish to pay at a machine inside the hospital. It issues another ticket which you insert as you exit the parking lot to make the gate rise.

I've never had a problem with that system, except for the small fact that the city hospital demands $14 and not just $3. Come to think of it, parking is the most expensive part of going to the hospital. And come to think of it further, it is, in point of fact, the only necessary expense. Yet, being who we are, we still begrudge it.

We are once again masked in hospitals, whether our little one or city big ones. In the waiting room for Sue's visit, we were also partitioned.

A 'glass' barrier between Sue and me.

 

Once again, feel free to praise le chapeau.