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in woodstock... ohh i love vermont.
so i had my foot xrayed yesterday, and then came the daunting task of waiting for the doctor to call and tell me the results.
the surgery was on the 21st of december, and I expected to be out of the cast by, you know, the 21st of January. So i went to see him in January and he said, "you know, it's not healed enough. i'm going to put you in this (hands me a huge walking cast) for about four weeks?"
"well, i can see you in five weeks"
"that's fine."
so in five weeks, I see him, we xray, and he says,
"well, the healing's not as far along as i expected. One of the breaks is 80% healed and one is 90% healed." (sounds good to me, but...) "so you'll have to keep wearing the cast and come back and see me in about three weeks"
so three weeks roll around (yeah, two months of that damn walking cast) which brings us to: yesterday.
so he calls around 5, when I'm not home, and leaves a message.
"hi, Elissa? this is kevin mcnamara calling, you can call me at my home tonight, or call me tomorrow, but if i haven't heard from you tonight i'll just call you tomorrow."
so i'm thinking that's not good news. i'm also thinking it's WEIRD to call my doctor (who i have a crush on) at his house! but i do it, around 6:30. and it goes something like this:
"Hello?"
"Uhh.. hi, is, uh, drmcnamara there?"
"one minute.. KEVIN!"
"Hello?"
"Hi. this is elissa.."
"oh hi elissa. well, your xrays looked really good"
"oh, good"
"so i'd say all is fair game from here on out, except running or jumping. that includes wearing shoes."
so as a joke i say, "well, how about dancing?"
and he takes me seriously of course and says, "well, what kind of dancing?"
"uhhhh"
"you mean like... at a club?"
"uhhh... yeah." (embarrassed)
"yeah. you could go dancing at a club. I wouldn't go for like... four hours the first time. I mean, you could go for four hours, i just wouldn't dance the whole time." (laughs.)
"ok, cool.."
"so give it about a month and then you can do all the strenuous excercise you want. if it doesn't look good in about a month, give me a call"
"ok, sounds good. thank you"
"yeah, good luck!"
wow. am i a tool? (have i ever even used the word "tool" before in a not-describing-my-art-studio sort of way?)
but the good news is: I'M OUT OF THE CASSSSSSSSST! Hopefully for life.
(now watch, tomorrow my foot gets run over by a car. that would be the elissa bristow luck :D )
so i had my foot xrayed yesterday, and then came the daunting task of waiting for the doctor to call and tell me the results.
the surgery was on the 21st of december, and I expected to be out of the cast by, you know, the 21st of January. So i went to see him in January and he said, "you know, it's not healed enough. i'm going to put you in this (hands me a huge walking cast) for about four weeks?"
"well, i can see you in five weeks"
"that's fine."
so in five weeks, I see him, we xray, and he says,
"well, the healing's not as far along as i expected. One of the breaks is 80% healed and one is 90% healed." (sounds good to me, but...) "so you'll have to keep wearing the cast and come back and see me in about three weeks"
so three weeks roll around (yeah, two months of that damn walking cast) which brings us to: yesterday.
so he calls around 5, when I'm not home, and leaves a message.
"hi, Elissa? this is kevin mcnamara calling, you can call me at my home tonight, or call me tomorrow, but if i haven't heard from you tonight i'll just call you tomorrow."
so i'm thinking that's not good news. i'm also thinking it's WEIRD to call my doctor (who i have a crush on) at his house! but i do it, around 6:30. and it goes something like this:
"Hello?"
"Uhh.. hi, is, uh, drmcnamara there?"
"one minute.. KEVIN!"
"Hello?"
"Hi. this is elissa.."
"oh hi elissa. well, your xrays looked really good"
"oh, good"
"so i'd say all is fair game from here on out, except running or jumping. that includes wearing shoes."
so as a joke i say, "well, how about dancing?"
and he takes me seriously of course and says, "well, what kind of dancing?"
"uhhhh"
"you mean like... at a club?"
"uhhh... yeah." (embarrassed)
"yeah. you could go dancing at a club. I wouldn't go for like... four hours the first time. I mean, you could go for four hours, i just wouldn't dance the whole time." (laughs.)
"ok, cool.."
"so give it about a month and then you can do all the strenuous excercise you want. if it doesn't look good in about a month, give me a call"
"ok, sounds good. thank you"
"yeah, good luck!"
wow. am i a tool? (have i ever even used the word "tool" before in a not-describing-my-art-studio sort of way?)
but the good news is: I'M OUT OF THE CASSSSSSSSST! Hopefully for life.
(now watch, tomorrow my foot gets run over by a car. that would be the elissa bristow luck :D )