Tag: corona

Tree Story

Tuesday morning, walking the dog
We're saddened to see
The first in our region,
Though small of scale, still
A catastro-tree.

A fallen cherry
Petals strewn, 
Sprawled across a lawn, roots out,
A casual-tree of
Monday's wind

Farley wants to offer fluids
Instead we opt
for social distance,
Resuming our trek
Around the block.

Later...

Circuit complete
We round a bend
Surprised to find 
Hard at work
A pair of treEMTs

One with shovel 
The other
With stakes
They urgently strive
To tresuscitate.

Three hours pass, now
This news to report:
Blossoms blooming, standing tall
To our great releaf,  
A full trecovery.

Waiting

I’m sitting in the waiting area of the Ambulatory Surgical Center.  It’s very comfortable, except for the fact that it’s clearly a medical waiting area.  You can tell that sort of thing when the receptionist is wearing scrubs. This makes me a bit anxious in general, but given the current Corona situation, it makes me not want to touch anything.  They have a really nice flat screen TV that would take up a whole wall in my family room. The only problem with that is that it’s tuned to the morning schmooze-news show, which is essentially a Corona Marathon.  I’m half-expecting a cooking segment on Corona-Ready recipes.  

I take out my laptop, hoping to get some work done.  However, I am really bad at tuning out things like the morning news on an enormous flat screen TV.  My wife would say that the only things I’m really good at tuning out are things like where we have to be on a Saturday evening.  “Wait, we’re going out to dinner? With who? When did we decide that?”

“I told you last week…And last night…And this morning.”

“Oh.”

So, unable to tune out, I try the technique I’ve learned from similarly-afflicted Sarah.  She introduced me to a form of music on Spotify that I guess would fall into the category of “Unmemorable Sounds.”  Spotify calls it “Deep Focus.” I have many questions about who writes and performs the music that gets put into “Deep Focus,” but that’s for a different day.  It’s sort of electronic muzak, but the key is that you don’t recognize the tune. So, it’s not, “Hey, this is a snappy version of that Ramones song.” No, Deep Focus songs are more like, “Oh, those sounds just ended.  There must have been some music in my ear for the last five minutes. I missed it.”

Anyway, I’m in the waiting room…waiting, writing, and “tuning out by tuning in.”  At this moment a doctor with a VERY high rating on Rate My Doctor is rebuilding Nancy’s left foot.  I noted that it was very reassuring that he put the sharpie marks on the correct foot. He also had a British accent. I find those very reassuring. If he succeeds, we will be really grateful to this man. After Nancy received her nerve blocker and La La Land sedation, the nurse, somewhat cruelly asked, “And, in your own words, what do you think the doctor will be doing this morning?”

I wanted to hear this.  I am somewhat notoriously incoherent when I have been invited to La La Land. I thought perhaps this was some liability fail safe, where they just wanted to confirm that she was in the right place and not expecting to have her tonsils taken out.  But it’s also possible that they had just been curious how far into La La Land Nancy had traveled. If that’s the case, I’d say she was still on the tarmac. Her answer was pretty spot on.  “He’s going to remove a bone in my heel, repair tendon damage, fix a bunion, re-position my big toe, and realign my foot.”  

“Okay then.  Let’s get her another dose of La La medicine!” I think.  

Instead, they said, “Nice job. Any other questions?” and wheeled her off to surgery.

Now, I wait.  I’m really hoping the doctor is on his game.  I want those tendons connected in the right place.  I want him to remove the correct bone. I want him to crack the heel gently and re-position the bone in a way that will last.  It seems amazing to me that someone can do all that to a part of the body that will then stand up to pounding, twisting, squeezing, and bending every day for the next who knows how many years.  He says Nancy will have four weeks without bearing weight, six weeks of walking in a boot, and then will be on her way to full use of her foot. He says she’ll be back to hiking by August. There will be a lot of waiting, but if he’s right, I know that waiting will be worth it.