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

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

is that the house of the two people who came to your rescue the day you fell?

No. Not sure which one they live in, but it wasn't that one, I'm pretty sure. They're further down the street.

are you aware that you took a picture of yourself, too, in the driver's rearview mirror?Was this there every day, or only on the day you brought your camera?


It's been there all along.

Tell her she looks totally cool and competent and all that other good stuff!

I will when I see her again. She's cruising in Alaska right now.

Maybe a little self-conscious because you hate getting photographed, but...

Yup.

I see wisps of smoke from that last run on the stationary bike!

For sure. I nearly wore it out.

I'm glad you think I look balanced. I hope so!