Call from Concordia Sports Medicine last night:
“Hi! It’s about your appointment next Thursday.”
“Yes. We’re really sorry – we have to cancel it. Your osetopath just had surgery on her elbows.”
What the heck are you supposed to say to that?
“Has it been long since your last appointment?”
“Well, about five weeks.”
“Ouch! Any problems?”
“My back is going “crunch” in the middle.”
“That sounds bad. Would you like to see another osteopath?”
“Well… I lived like this for months before I saw someone, so I’m not dying or anything. Tell my doctor to not worry and that she needs to heal just like everyone else. If my back gets really bad I’ll call you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll shoehorn you in somewhere as soon as you call. Thanks!”
Little do they know that I now have a secret weapon: Excedrin Extra-Strength, with acetaminophen, aspirin and caffeine. Somebody who loves me has family that goes to the US. It was a lovely surprise. That plus finding a nice flat spot in the park so I can simultaneously lie in the sun and realign my spine sounds like a terrific idea.
Speaking of border-crossing, Vanilla Coke makes its new debut of the millennium on Wednesday. You know, I’ve never been to Plattsburgh…