I'm sufficiently over the bronchitis (still need to get back to full form, but part of that is having not really exercised for about three weeks), so I went up to St. Joseph's Hospital, in Yonkers, to get my shoulder X-rayed. This is my doctor's standard place to send people--they have a decent walk-in radiology clinic. It was particularly efficient today: I went to registration, put my name down, and was called before I'd had time to open my newspaper. Minimal bureaucracy--I confirmed that I still live at the same address and have the same health insurance as the last time I was there--and I was sent down to Radiology with an additional form.
The wait there was also brief. When I was called, the technician called "Vicki Rosen—" and I got up and said "Rosenzweig." There's a way people have of stumbling over my surname that is fairly recognizable, and besides, what were the chances of one of the other six people there being named "Vicki Rosen[$something_else]"? He said I needed to take my bra off, but could keep my t-shirt instead of a hospital gown, so I did. Two X-ray views, a couple of minutes while he checked that they'd worked, and I was done.
My doctor should have the results in "a day or two", so I'll call her office on Monday afternoon.
Then I wandered around Yonkers a little bit--walked up South Broadway to Getty Square, stopped in at the branch of my bank there, and wandered a bit more. When I was ready to head back south, the first appropriate bus stop I found was the one by the hospital that I would have used if I hadn't gone for a walk. Rode a bit, hopped off [1], had some indifferent ice cream at a place that lured me in with a sign advertising fresh juice (the most appealing on offer, pineapple, wasn't really tempting), and then ducked into a 99¢ store. I now have lots of ponytail holders; must prepare a package for
papersky. Another bus to the subway, and thence to 181st Street for rye bread (planned), a mushroom knish by way of lunch, and salmon steak for tonight's dinner. I am now home, with some groceries, one slightly sore foot, and a very snuggly
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[1] Westchester buses are free this month, to lure riders back after a lengthy bus strike. I was amused by a "Welcome back bus riders" sign in a store window in Getty Square.
The wait there was also brief. When I was called, the technician called "Vicki Rosen—" and I got up and said "Rosenzweig." There's a way people have of stumbling over my surname that is fairly recognizable, and besides, what were the chances of one of the other six people there being named "Vicki Rosen[$something_else]"? He said I needed to take my bra off, but could keep my t-shirt instead of a hospital gown, so I did. Two X-ray views, a couple of minutes while he checked that they'd worked, and I was done.
My doctor should have the results in "a day or two", so I'll call her office on Monday afternoon.
Then I wandered around Yonkers a little bit--walked up South Broadway to Getty Square, stopped in at the branch of my bank there, and wandered a bit more. When I was ready to head back south, the first appropriate bus stop I found was the one by the hospital that I would have used if I hadn't gone for a walk. Rode a bit, hopped off [1], had some indifferent ice cream at a place that lured me in with a sign advertising fresh juice (the most appealing on offer, pineapple, wasn't really tempting), and then ducked into a 99¢ store. I now have lots of ponytail holders; must prepare a package for
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[1] Westchester buses are free this month, to lure riders back after a lengthy bus strike. I was amused by a "Welcome back bus riders" sign in a store window in Getty Square.