Robert’s leg is navy blue this time. Another x-ray; another inconclusive; another probing with very definite pain. Thursday he is scheduled for a cat scan; the doctor would prefer an MRI but since he has metal in his leg, that is not possible. At least with the cast on, the leg will be stabilized and if something has been constantly irritating it, things  should get better.

We were like the Keystone Kops in the various parts of the office. (And, yes, Der Bingle, I realize this also fits your comment on this morning’s post: No one under age 50 has a clue what Tobacco Road is and never will unless someone makes a video game about it.)

We go in, Robert on his roll-a-bout and me carrying two Kindles, his phone and my purse. Oh, yeah, an unopened  Zero Coke. Then add to that his shoe and sock after the x-ray.

On the way to the casting room, the nurse turned at the last moment and Robert tried to follow, but wound up kissing the wall. Then while he’s on the table and I’m balanced on a little chair, my cell phone rang and to answer it I needed to open my purse, which caused me to drop his phone, which slid under a chair. While bending over, I realized the Zero Coke was in the little poncho pocket of my shirt; I had been walking around like this – jeez. So I put it in his shoe.

And we must have been contagious because the tech putting the cast on was startled when HIS phone rang in his scrubs pocket. “It was supposed to be on vibrate,” he exclaimed as he fished it out. Only as he was pulling it out, it caught on something and flipped in the air; he attempted a juggling catch and failed and it went SPLAT on the tiles. He said, “Mondays.”

Yeah