F 1 D 0 - 2004 12 16 at 0425

722.05 to 750.25

The line above was one of many I saw on a clipboard
today. A single sheet entitled "Coffee Breaks".

I know it's wrong to peer at the things meant for
others, but I'm always curious about things having
to do with the subway, and the subway system.

Have I every told you about the signs which say "S"?
It's antequated, but worth knowing. Subways have a 
few speeds. They can coast (O), they can inch, they can
go at Serial (S), and faster at Parallel (P). 

I would have never connected these words to speeds,
but an inspector helped me with that late one night.

So tonight, on coming home, I saw a young inspector
with a chart of times like the title above on his 
clipboard. He took the chart from my gaze shortly 
after having a peek, but returned it when I asked about it.

"You guys count their breaks right to the second?"

"We always have," he answered.

"It sounds a bit regimented to me," I said, "but
if they have to choose between this, and no breaks
at all, I choose this."

He started telling me how it's all done, but my
train came quickly, and I missed it. That's too
bad, because I know a little bit about it. One 
pair of train operators provide everyone else's
breaks.  It's an elaborate system so that the
train doesn't have to wait around. Oh, I'm sure
it does sometimes, but ideally it doesn't.

- -

I'm alert. It's all my fault. I am chatting online,
and I'm either alert from it, or exhausted from it.
Tonight I am alert. 

I used the time to transfer some things from the 
fridge freezer to the chest. It needed doing. Now
we can have fast foods in the fridge, and foods
which require cooking in the chest.

I've just got to be careful to keep things off
the lid. It looks just like a counter, and I
never seem to have enough counter space.

- -

My shoulder is healing, but is still easily tired
out. When that happens, it spontaneously pops out.
Then I have to do a Mel Gibson (in Lethal Weapon,
Bobby Riggs, Gibson's character, has a dislocated
shoulder he can fix by slamming into a wall, painfully).

I went to the Fracture clinic a few days ago. Geez, what
a zoo that was! I go there promptly at 2pm, and I'm warned
that the wait will be *at least* half an hour. I look
the receptionist in the eye, and try to get a more
realistic figure. "Most patients go balistic if I
tell them it is at least a two hour wait. I'm sorry.
We handle walk in traffic, emergency, and appointments
like yours."  "So I've got time for a coffee. Do you
want me to bring you back anything?" "No, I've just
come back from lunch, thanks."

I found the Chapel at the North York General hospital.
It is next to the women's day surgery area. Within the
chapel is a Heintzman upright piano. And it's in tune!
The room is soundproofed, so the people who could hear
me in the waiting area couldn't hear me clearly. It 
was a good place to practice.

After half an hour of playing, I went to get an expensive
cup of coffee, and found my way back to the Clinic.

At the clinic, we have one aging doctor being kept moving
around four eager patients. Most of them have needs more
urgent than mine. One had a broken arm bone which needed
metal parts screwed to it from the outside to hold it
stable. Another lady was senior, and had visible discomfort
from her plaster cast. And another lady was wearing very
light shorts; I have to assume she couldn't get into 
any other clothes.

When I finally met Dr Rumble, I found him to be a tall
wonderful man, with a look and demeanor of actor James
Cromwell. He played Dr Zefram Cochrane, inventor of the
Warp Drive; he also played the farmer on Babe. Dr Rumble
was too rushed to spend much time with me. He listened
to my story (two sentences), asked me what I expected
(a physio referral and exercises), I showed him my weights
(he liked that, and asked me to demonstrate). 

There is a physio rehab as part of the hospital, but if
it's as busy as all of the other departments, I don't
think it's for me.

I went yesterday to the physio centre at Centerpoint Mall,
at Yonge and Steeles. Another zoo! Maybe 30 people in the
waiting room, all just waiting for a chance for their appointment.
The staff mocked me just a little for coming to interview them,
but I feel it's my right to pick a place that is good for me.

So today I went to the Bathurst Finch Sports Rehab Centre.
NOBODY THERE?! How can that be?! 

The receptionist was helpful. There are two therapists who
work there. One couldn't make it, the other leads hydrotherapy
at the pool, so the place was - vacant!

I asked about ultrasound. Yes, they've got it. I asked about
co-payments. They felt satisfied this would be covered
by WSIB. I got to see a fax from Ohip, as they no longer
cover physiotherapy. Too bad. It's important to good 
health, but the government is overdrawn somehow.

I go to this place tomorrow afternoon. I'll keep you appraised.

On tuesday night, after ECD, I went to Dominion to see if
my arm was any better at working. I always have to talk 
them into it, but once they've agreed, the cashier is 
outta there. Don't have to ask her twice to take a break!
I work her cash for 20-30 mins, and see if the repetition
moves do any harm. This time the small muscles became
fatigued, but didn't dislocate, like they did last week.

Maybe I'll get a chance to meet with a manager soon, and do
all of the paper work from my incident.

I know more, but
"that's all I know"