OD rehab
OD (older daughter) and her crowd reside in the outskirts of Cookeville Tennessee, which is a medium sized town that just happens to have a university – Tennessee Technical University. My spice and I have only just begun our two-week plus stay in this location to aid and abet in OD’s rehab and recovery from her shoulder surgery.
The folks around here are pretty much like anyone else with one possible exception. I viewed this exception from my location and vantage point out the windows of Putnam Physical Therapy Services building as I was gazing out their window, somewhat lost in thought – and yes, I think quite often - I think.
In the parking lot across the street I noticed that someone was in the cab of an oversized pick-up truck with the door partially open. This person – later identified as a young man – kept moving around inside the truck and this caught my attention. The mystery of what he was doing was solved when his shoe fell out the door onto the wet parking lot surface.
He had been changing clothes completely and happened to knock his shoe out the door. He hopped over on one foot to retrieve and put on the shoe. He then fastened his belt and walked two cars over and checked out his appearance in the reflection of the window of this car. Then I noticed there was a young lady in that car and she shortly got out as well.
Apparently satisfied with his appearance, the two of them walked up to the nearby building and entered. This building just happens to house only specialists in the field of OBGYN. The conclusion I drew was that they were expecting an offspring and the young man wanted to look presentable to the little one in case they did a sonogram.
Of course the reason for OD and I being in this location was for her first physical therapy session – an event that she was not looking forward to at all. While she was being pulled and stretched on, I was people watching – and writing about it. She exited the session looking not too much worse for wear and stated that it was not as bad as she had expected. I surmised this was because there were no internal stitches, only trims, scrapes, grinds and punctures from the procedure.
After SIL came home and we had supper, the wife and I finally got to go see the Chronicles of Narnia – some great spiritual parallels there. This reminds that the final victory belongs to God. ec
The folks around here are pretty much like anyone else with one possible exception. I viewed this exception from my location and vantage point out the windows of Putnam Physical Therapy Services building as I was gazing out their window, somewhat lost in thought – and yes, I think quite often - I think.
In the parking lot across the street I noticed that someone was in the cab of an oversized pick-up truck with the door partially open. This person – later identified as a young man – kept moving around inside the truck and this caught my attention. The mystery of what he was doing was solved when his shoe fell out the door onto the wet parking lot surface.
He had been changing clothes completely and happened to knock his shoe out the door. He hopped over on one foot to retrieve and put on the shoe. He then fastened his belt and walked two cars over and checked out his appearance in the reflection of the window of this car. Then I noticed there was a young lady in that car and she shortly got out as well.
Apparently satisfied with his appearance, the two of them walked up to the nearby building and entered. This building just happens to house only specialists in the field of OBGYN. The conclusion I drew was that they were expecting an offspring and the young man wanted to look presentable to the little one in case they did a sonogram.
Of course the reason for OD and I being in this location was for her first physical therapy session – an event that she was not looking forward to at all. While she was being pulled and stretched on, I was people watching – and writing about it. She exited the session looking not too much worse for wear and stated that it was not as bad as she had expected. I surmised this was because there were no internal stitches, only trims, scrapes, grinds and punctures from the procedure.
After SIL came home and we had supper, the wife and I finally got to go see the Chronicles of Narnia – some great spiritual parallels there. This reminds that the final victory belongs to God. ec
posted by mreddie | 11:43 PM
3 Comments:
Mr Eddie ~ Another interesting post. Do hope your daughter continues to improve and the
rehab is not to stressful.
I also enjoy people watching, and also thinking. Never bored!!!
Unfortunately we often leave it too late to ask our parents & elders about the early days.You
were lucky to have an uncle so full of stories for you to record. We should write more for our followers to read. I am doing that now, as are you. Cheers.
merle - Her pain is gradually subsiding and her large bandage comes off today - that will be a relief in itself. Can relate to her condition as I had the same type surgery in '03.
My next history project is to go to each of my siblings and record all they remember about Mom and Dad and the early years they remember. Needs to come soon though, none of us is getting any younger. ec
Blogger is sure having problems for the past few days - I've seen this post of yours, and posted a comment earlier, but it's not here. Everyone is having trouble posting and accessing sites. Wish Blogger would get things back to working order - and I hope the same for your daughter...
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