Just call me Dr. Noreenie

Well! You never know what a day will bring.

Last week,

my daughter-in-law

fell at work and

schmorked her

ankle right properly.

The doctor x-rayed

it and gave her

the option of

putting a cast on it.

She thought about it

and decided to wait on it.

The next day, it seemed

like a good idea to get it

casted…. (It was agony, to put it politely)

and she and her hubby (that would be my son) spent the day in various medical facilities, but came home exhausted, without cast, because of staffing issues in said facilities.

(Funding cuts are not a good thing!)

Today, I took her into a medicenter where the doctor DOES do casts.

We spent several dreary centuries in the waiting room (okay, it was only a few hours, but it felt like a solar system or two could have evolved in that time).

Eventually, we were plunked into a room in the nether regions of the clinic, which was good, as a change of scene is always welcome in these situations. It holds so much promise. A new life form may appear, or a black hole or something equally entertaining might materialize – you never know!

The frazzled doctor eventually appeared with his assistant in close pursuit.

Imagine my surprise when the doctor sent his assistant to go take care of another patient.

He said he didn’t need her, because ‘Mum’ was going to help him put on the cast.  I thought he was joking.

He wasn’t.

He said: ‘You’re an artist, right?’

Yup.

‘So, you’ve worked with plaster cast material, right?’

Um, why, yes, actually, quite a lot of it, in fact.

‘Good! Put on these rubber gloves!’

I was so astonished that I immediately sprouted several extra fingers- why, no! There were only five of them, um, four and 2 thumbs…. and I tried valiantly to get all the fingers and several thumbs, to fit into just one finger of the rubber glove. Flap flap.

Once I managed to get just one digit into each finger of the gloves,  we got to work.

The doctor

is a really sweet guy

and he actually listened

to me when I wanted to cut

the stockinette material and

smooth it out….

cool….

I was amazed by how

little mess the fiberglas

material makes.

Kinda stinky though.

The fiber artist in me quite enjoyed all the layering- knit fabric, then quilt batting and then fiberglas.  Whee! textile sculpture!

“Take pictures! This is too wild to not blog  about….”, I kept chirruping at my daughter-in-law.

So, the poor lamb was holding her breath, and clicking away with her phone,  while the doc made me hold  her very tender foot in the correct position. What a trouper!

Wow… putting on a

cast is hard work!

We went like blazes

and then he left me

squatting over her

foot, with my hands

inside the cast, holding

it in shape.

‘Bend your knees!’

he called cheerily to me

(rather like a Victorian

Mamma advising her daughter

to close her eyes and think of England).

And, off he zoomed to take care of some other folks and put them out of their misery.  Eegads, what an exhausting life he leads.

This definitely wasn’t what I ~thought~ my day was going to be all about, but, like I said, you just NEVER know!!!

I had plans for blogging about something else entirely, and indeed, will return to normal tomorrow (I hope and pray), but until then, take 2 aspirins and call me in the morning.