Going to Physiotherapy...

[fajrdrako]

Yesterday I remembered to take my camera with me when I went to physiotherapy at the Riverside Hospital. I thought you might like to see the place I've been talking about, and spending so much time; I thought I'd like to have a photographic record of it.

Now, usually when I've been there, it's been sunny and beautiful, but as luck would have it, yesterday was an overcast day. It got worse. Today is rainy, too. That's weather for you.

1. The Para Transpo bus picks me up. That's the front of my apartment building there; if you had x-ray vision and could see further, you'd be looking right into my apartment. As it is, you get a reflection of the house across the street.
   
   
   
   
   
   
2. The Para Transpo bus, seen from the outside - here it is, stopping at the Riverside Hospital, outside the front doors. Imagine all that bus, just for me! I had to share it with two people and a wheelchair going back, though.
   
   
   
   
   
3. The entrance to the hospital, showing some of the parkland behind it, leaving to the Rideau River. There'd be people sitting there reading newspapers or drinking coffee or waiting for someone to pick them up, except it was starting to rain.
   
   
   
   
   
4. The interior of the cafeteria, just inside the front doors. Nice view while drinking coffee and munching toast.
   
   
   
   
   
5. The long hallway that leads straight to rehab. That's the front doors at the far end. Picture me lurching on my crutches all the way down this hallway! Along the route, there are traps: craft sales, and people selling lottery tickets to raise money for the hospital. On my second day there, I bought an apron with dolphins on it. Yesterday, I bought a really nice red and black Chinese handbag, just before taking this picture. I took the photo while standing outside the rehab department.
   
   
   
   
   
6. The rehab waiting room, beyond which you can see the physiotherapy facilities - bright-lit because the windows there overlook the park and the river.
   
   
   
   
   
7. Right inside the doorway of the rehab waiting room, there's a quilted hanging with a picture of a panda. How could I resist taking a photo?
   
   
   
   
   
8. I asked Debbie if I could take her picture, and she said none of her clients had ever asked her that before. I said I wanted a record of the goddess of rehab. She obliged.
   
   
   
   
   
9. Then she took a picture of me. Note the crutches, the Boot, the pathetic demeanour, the absence of my usual gazelle-like grace.
   
   
   

Comments

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

I'm camera-phobic too. But often my photos don't turn out so good.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

often my photos don't turn out so good.

I don't usually like to look at my own photos. I'm trying to get over that. It's one of many things I'm trying to change in my own life - why be self-conscious, or vain, when I don't have to be? I look as I look, and I don't scare the horses, and I don't need to live up to my own desire to look like Cheryl Tiegs or anyone else whose looks I admire. Character is all, dammit.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

haha :) That's right. I love photos of myself when *I* take them. For me it's a control issue. I'm not prepared when other people take them. Sometimes it works out, but usually it's the photos that aren't posed, the action shots, like in NYC.

I would be a terrible celebrity!

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I would be a terrible celebrity!

Me too! I'd be one of those reclusive, secretive types who only goes out at night, protected by bodyguards.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Me too! We could hide together.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Holding our collars over our faces.

[monsieureden.livejournal.com]

Now that's a good photo.