On medicine and merde

I saw my ortho doctor this morning. After looking at freshly taken X-rays images, he pronounced me fit enough to start putting my whole weight on my left leg and to throw away the Zimmer brace. About the only bit of bad news was that I will have to wait another four weeks before taking my first bath since the collision. Mummy had wanted to know how common the surgery I had was. The doctor, who has a deserved reputation as something of a hot shot said that for him, it was common, but that otherwise it was relatively rare.

Afterwards, I took the bus down to Maisonneuve, then walked along Ste-Catherine Street where I ate lunch at an Indian restaurant. I walked to the Alexis Nihon, doing some grocery shopping, along the way. At the Alexis Nihon, I went into a nail salon to see if they might trim my toenails for me. I can only do my left toenails with extreme difficulty and today seemed like a milestone. They had the time and I had the money. With tip, it was just under twenty dollars.

I took the Metro home, where I had my first shower since the removal of the external fixation. I followed up by putting on regular trousers for the first time since the 2nd of September.

After attending to a few things, I had settled in for a rest on the sofa when the doorbell rang. It was Alexandre, my downstairs neighbour. He informed me that my ground floor neighbour Theresa had been found on her floor the day before and had been taken to hospital. She then passed away today. I hadn't been aware of any of this. Alexandre was very upset by all this, having been a witness to some of the drama of police, ambulance and social workers. I apologized for not being so affected explaining that I was riding a personal bubble of happiness.