I was going to give Bill a shopping list but I knew that wasn't going to work. Every time in the past I've asked him to get even one item in the store, he ALWAYS gets the wrong thing. I just had too many things to get today plus I wanted to stock up so I wouldn't have to go as often since I'm wearing this leg brace.
So check out the video folks. I have been humbled. By the way, shopping from one of those vehicles isn't all that easy either. Reaching and looking at items, difficult when you're sitting that low. And halfway through the shopping I thought I would have to abandon my vehicle because it wasn't running. Thank goodness the green light came on again and I was able to traverse the five football field lengths of B.J.'s (which never seemed that long before my leg injury).
This morning started out with a jolt. I awoke at 7:30 and realized my appointment at the healthcare campus was at 8:30 for my MRI. No breakfast for The Injured this morning.
Again, thank goodness for Bill. I dressed quickly and Bill helped to get me in the back seat of my car. Bill's driving now. Usually I drive but who knows when I'll be driving again. What do people who live by themselves do when they're in the condition I'm in? I am so lucky in so many ways.
Bill drives me down to the healthcare campus. Of course I hobbled into the wrong building. I always do. I've been to this campus many times over the past few years. It's where I had my seed implants. Also various tests and it is also were my dermatologist is located. Oh yes, I've been cut, inserted, tested at this location plenty of times and yet, I always seem to get the wrong building.
As I said, I hobbled over to the correct building rather than get in the car and get out, which would actually take longer.
They took me right away at the testing area. Ever have an MRI? It is LOUD. Thirty plus minutes in a tube and LOUD. What's with the LOUD? The technician asked me what kind of music I liked so I could wear earphones to drown out some of the LOUD.
I said "anything but rap and folk music." She choose "Fifties". Gee, I wonder why. So while listening to Bobby Darin singing "splash splash I was taking a bath . . . . " I was further radiated. Heck, I gave up years ago having babies. After my seed implants for prostate cancer, on of the lovely side effects is that I shoot blanks. Yep, that's right folks . . . . nothing come out. TMI? Just telling you like it is folks.
After this procedure, which wasn't as horrible as I feared, Bill took me down to the hotel where I work. My co-worker Monica was going to loan me her crutches. That's right folks, Ron is on crutches now.
|Me in the backseat of my car (the only way I can ride with this stiff leg - I did this once before in 1962 when I dislocated my right knee - I have experience)|
I've never used crutches before and I wasn't sure I could but you know what? I took right too it like a baby swimming. I only use the right crutch though. That seems to work best for my bum left leg.
So this morning, the day after the Oscars, I would have normally written about my criticisms and hosannahs about the Oscars. Hey, doesn't Lady Gaga have a wonderful singing voice? And what was that "making it all about me" moment when Sean Penn
|Sean "It's All About Me" Penn|
announced the winner for best Oscar. See HERE. I know many of the Hollywood celebrities have outsized egos but man oh man, Sean . . . . get over yourself. It's not about you man. Go back to Haiti and get some more good-two shoe points. And how about poor Reese? She didn't get her Oscar so maybe her "You'll soon know my name" (when her and her hubby were stopped for suspicion of DUI and she took great umbrage that a police officer would actually QUESTION HOLLYWOOD royalty - she of "do not make direct eye contact with me to the servants") attitude will diminish, ever so slightly one would hope. Did you see that forced smile her hubby Jim Toth had after Julianne Moore won for Best Actress?
|Actually. . . . embarrassing. Can you say "Jumped the Shark?"|
I didn't seen the beginning of the Oscars because I was busy feeling sorry for myself while watching to God awful Netflix rentals. My pal Pat reminded me. I tuned in just in time to see Oscar Host
|The ubiquitous SCARF that some male celebrities wear to the special events. What's with THAT? What are they going to an art show afterwards? I thought that's the only place where one was ALLOWED to wear The Scarf.|
looking like a deer in the headlights doing his Oscar hosting chores. See HERE: By the way, what was that THING with former Oscar winner Olivia Spencer that Neil kept trying to make funny? I felt sorry for Olivia, one classy lady. Neil, I like you but you sure ain't Ellen. What happen to Neil anyway? He actually made James
Just one more thing about the Oscars: don't you love it when some of these guys (and almost always, it's the guy who are so pretentious with their messy hairdos and scarves) get up there and ALWAYS thank their WIVES, KIDS and last night one self-important discoverer of polio vaccine even thank (are you sitting down?) HIS DOG! I hope he was joke (probably wasn't).
|"The Green Card Son of a Bitch Guy" (according to Mr. Self Important Sean Penn) director accepting the award for Best Picture - "Birdman"|
Okay folks, I had fun here. I feel like my leg is getting better (yes, I switched lanes). My orthopedic doctor will analyze the results of the MRI I had taken today and tell me of the damage and what I have to do.
I do so hope I can get back to my regular routine soon. My appointment with him is March 9th. I'm ready for some GOOD NEWS.