gym and a bit of socializing

I got to the gym later than I'd hoped yesterday, because it took longer than I expected to pick up a form at my doctor's office.

( brief workout, with massage )

I'd hoped to get down to Sahadi, but it was already running late, so I went straight to dba. I got a pint of the cider they had on tap--I've forgotten the name, but it was definitely on the sweet side--found a table in the garden, and sat there reading in the pleasant early summer. After a while, cattitude called and suggested I join him and eleanor for dinner. I agreed, and was on my way out the door when quarkwiz walked in. I explained that I had been leaving, but would happily stay and talk with her. Back in the garden, I hadn't been gone long enough for my drink to be removed, so I called Eleanor to let her know I wouldn't be joining them, and we chatted for a bit. It turned out that the woman perched at the door, who I'd just strolled past on my way in, was carding people, including people like quarkwiz who haven't been carded in ages. That's a problem for rassef socials: carding at the bar means that under-21 friends can only drink soda, which is fine. Carding at the door means they can't come in, which isn't.

A nice chat about travel and such, and then we headed home. Pleasant though it was to see quarkwiz, I was hoping for a better turnout on such a nice evening.

gym and a bit of socializing

I got to the gym later than I'd hoped yesterday, because it took longer than I expected to pick up a form at my doctor's office.

( brief workout, with massage )

I'd hoped to get down to Sahadi, but it was already running late, so I went straight to dba. I got a pint of the cider they had on tap--I've forgotten the name, but it was definitely on the sweet side--found a table in the garden, and sat there reading in the pleasant early summer. After a while, cattitude called and suggested I join him and eleanor for dinner. I agreed, and was on my way out the door when quarkwiz walked in. I explained that I had been leaving, but would happily stay and talk with her. Back in the garden, I hadn't been gone long enough for my drink to be removed, so I called Eleanor to let her know I wouldn't be joining them, and we chatted for a bit. It turned out that the woman perched at the door, who I'd just strolled past on my way in, was carding people, including people like quarkwiz who haven't been carded in ages. That's a problem for rassef socials: carding at the bar means that under-21 friends can only drink soda, which is fine. Carding at the door means they can't come in, which isn't.

A nice chat about travel and such, and then we headed home. Pleasant though it was to see quarkwiz, I was hoping for a better turnout on such a nice evening.

X-rays

I was up reasonably early this morning (7:45 or so), had a quick cup of tea and a bit of yogurt, and headed out to get my knees X-rayed.

St. Joseph's Hospital was easy to get to, and Yonkers buses take dollar bills. (They don't, of course, take New York City unlimited ride passes.)

The front desk directed me to a general admissions desk, where I gave them my referral form from my GP, and the man commented at least twice on how much he liked my shirt. (I'm wearing a Flying Karamazov Brothers tie-dyed t-shirt.) He then sent me down to radiology, where I did my best to ignore a morning talk show in the waiting room. Not many pages later, I heard my name called, correctly.

The technician and I discussed names and European travel briefly, then I took off my pants and put on a silly hospital gown. (Since he let me keep my other clothes, and given the weather, I should probably just have worn shorts.) First, he X-rayed each knee with me lying on my back. Then he did each one with me lying on my side, and one leg in an awkward position in front of the other. Those were tricky to hold, but fortunately brief.

Thence home and another cup of tea; I should call my doctor and ask when to expect the results. The results will be whether or not my knee pain is due to arthritis; if it is, she recommends anti-inflammatory medicine (which I take sometimes anyway), physical therapy (fine with me), and weight loss (unlikely, given that the regular workouts don't seem to be affecting my weight).

X-rays

I was up reasonably early this morning (7:45 or so), had a quick cup of tea and a bit of yogurt, and headed out to get my knees X-rayed.

St. Joseph's Hospital was easy to get to, and Yonkers buses take dollar bills. (They don't, of course, take New York City unlimited ride passes.)

The front desk directed me to a general admissions desk, where I gave them my referral form from my GP, and the man commented at least twice on how much he liked my shirt. (I'm wearing a Flying Karamazov Brothers tie-dyed t-shirt.) He then sent me down to radiology, where I did my best to ignore a morning talk show in the waiting room. Not many pages later, I heard my name called, correctly.

The technician and I discussed names and European travel briefly, then I took off my pants and put on a silly hospital gown. (Since he let me keep my other clothes, and given the weather, I should probably just have worn shorts.) First, he X-rayed each knee with me lying on my back. Then he did each one with me lying on my side, and one leg in an awkward position in front of the other. Those were tricky to hold, but fortunately brief.

Thence home and another cup of tea; I should call my doctor and ask when to expect the results. The results will be whether or not my knee pain is due to arthritis; if it is, she recommends anti-inflammatory medicine (which I take sometimes anyway), physical therapy (fine with me), and weight loss (unlikely, given that the regular workouts don't seem to be affecting my weight).