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. Progress!! 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"