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Torn Down Tuesday:P
Jan. 11th, 2019 10:20 pmIn local media, that refers to a series of remember-whens written and photographically illustrated by a Facebook friend of mine named Steve Cichon. His piece this week was of a fairly recent teardown- of the ambulance-chasing law firm whose billboards and slogans have been a staple of local advertising for ages, even as the boys are now breaking up the band. Another friend-of-friends runs a similar beat in the Rochester paper, usually on weekends, although I remembered one of his most recent Whatever Happened To... pieces more from the now-716 than the not-yet-585.
On this most recent Tuesday, though, "torn down" took on a scarier meaning closer to home.
We knew Eleanor had a torn meniscus in her left knee. That was diagnosed a couple of weeks ago, but she had an MRI last weekend to ascertain the extent of the tear. Of course the results were not conveyed, until she got home from work Monday and found a voicemail from the ortho saying, You need to call us ASAP.
Phone tag ensued, and was unresolved when I left for work on Tuesday morning. I was one county away when this message came through on my phone:
So, yeah, that happened. I finished one of my fastest court appearances ever, bopped home and found the items in question for delivery closer to 4. That's when I got the confirmation: Eleanor's left knee also has a stress fracture, which needs to heal on its own before the meniscus can be tackled, so limiting the stress on the stress fracture is a good thing, duh.
It's now three nights later. That day, and the next one, she worked a relatively short afternoon. Yesterday, she took a day off to help with the healing part. Today, she was back to her regular 7.5 hour shift and did okay with it. I've done what I can to help with hauling, anticipating and even some cooking. We've also made some, but not all, adjustments in the entertainment department to accommodate these new realities.
Wednesday night, we'd planned on seeing friends in a one-night-only play inspired by the old Twilight Zone television series; even though it was her earlier night, the snow had finally returned to our vicinity and we both wound up begging out of it. Last night ended a 13-hour day for me spent mostly in Rochester, and I kept an engagement there to see a performer friend of ours who is "in residency" at a cinema café that's been beloved to us since courting days.
It's been ages since I'd had one of their totally decadent brownies- and a lovable latte with it:
And on the musical tap, the Observers- one of about 28 bands our friend Tyler is in. Here he is on banjo, with his fellow Observer on a washboard that includes ringy-bangy-lemony-twangy geegaws on the bottom as well as a bicycle horn and slide whistle on the sides:
Our weeks ended today at around 3 (for me, thanks to a postponed deposition) and 7:30 (for her) and we continued a binge of the seven Harry Potter movies before turning in. Our next entertainment conundrum comes up next weekend: I'd scored a pair of Hamilton tickets on Broadway for the matinee on January 20th (selected as the halfway point of the Great National Nightmare), but clearly with this condition, Eleanor is not getting into a plane, train or automobile to get there. So I've found a taker for the second seat, and noodled around how to do it with the least expense and inconvenience. One option is a one-day quick turnaround by air; I have reservable flights that morning into JFK and at around 10:30 that night out; but checking the early weather report for next weekend gives me chills:
Those are Farenheit numbers, folks, unseen in these parts since a couple of days last year. I think I'll wait a day or two before committing to the mode of transport, given the risk that ain't no planes getting off the ground in that- with or without crutches.
On this most recent Tuesday, though, "torn down" took on a scarier meaning closer to home.
We knew Eleanor had a torn meniscus in her left knee. That was diagnosed a couple of weeks ago, but she had an MRI last weekend to ascertain the extent of the tear. Of course the results were not conveyed, until she got home from work Monday and found a voicemail from the ortho saying, You need to call us ASAP.
Phone tag ensued, and was unresolved when I left for work on Tuesday morning. I was one county away when this message came through on my phone:
So, yeah, that happened. I finished one of my fastest court appearances ever, bopped home and found the items in question for delivery closer to 4. That's when I got the confirmation: Eleanor's left knee also has a stress fracture, which needs to heal on its own before the meniscus can be tackled, so limiting the stress on the stress fracture is a good thing, duh.
It's now three nights later. That day, and the next one, she worked a relatively short afternoon. Yesterday, she took a day off to help with the healing part. Today, she was back to her regular 7.5 hour shift and did okay with it. I've done what I can to help with hauling, anticipating and even some cooking. We've also made some, but not all, adjustments in the entertainment department to accommodate these new realities.
Wednesday night, we'd planned on seeing friends in a one-night-only play inspired by the old Twilight Zone television series; even though it was her earlier night, the snow had finally returned to our vicinity and we both wound up begging out of it. Last night ended a 13-hour day for me spent mostly in Rochester, and I kept an engagement there to see a performer friend of ours who is "in residency" at a cinema café that's been beloved to us since courting days.
It's been ages since I'd had one of their totally decadent brownies- and a lovable latte with it:
And on the musical tap, the Observers- one of about 28 bands our friend Tyler is in. Here he is on banjo, with his fellow Observer on a washboard that includes ringy-bangy-lemony-twangy geegaws on the bottom as well as a bicycle horn and slide whistle on the sides:
Our weeks ended today at around 3 (for me, thanks to a postponed deposition) and 7:30 (for her) and we continued a binge of the seven Harry Potter movies before turning in. Our next entertainment conundrum comes up next weekend: I'd scored a pair of Hamilton tickets on Broadway for the matinee on January 20th (selected as the halfway point of the Great National Nightmare), but clearly with this condition, Eleanor is not getting into a plane, train or automobile to get there. So I've found a taker for the second seat, and noodled around how to do it with the least expense and inconvenience. One option is a one-day quick turnaround by air; I have reservable flights that morning into JFK and at around 10:30 that night out; but checking the early weather report for next weekend gives me chills:
Those are Farenheit numbers, folks, unseen in these parts since a couple of days last year. I think I'll wait a day or two before committing to the mode of transport, given the risk that ain't no planes getting off the ground in that- with or without crutches.