When the idea first came a-knocking to up and quit my life in NYC for an extended period, I was largely blind to the realities of the decision. I suppose that I was so smitten by the fantasy of escape from the taxing routine I had boxed myself into that when the moment came to take the plunge I was operating under some rather bizarre and unrealistic notions. In my mind I was going to be an intrepid explorer, the fearless adventurer in the dusty hat and whip operating on the margins of the map, undertaking heroic deeds full of danger and derring-do. Could be I would uncover an ancient artifact or spoil a resurgent Nazi ploy in the process. In any event I´d certainly bed the princess.
My physical therapist made his first house call to my hostel yesterday. My first impression when I answered the door was that he looked a lot like a Peruvian playboy Kim Jong-Il. High forehead, wild hair, shirt unbuttoned a bit too much, rings on three of his fingers, and enough nose hair to pass for a moustache. I don´t use foul language very often, but there´s no other way to describe him - this guy was a smarmy little fucker.
Well it´s been a month and I still don´t have full mobility in my pinky. In fact, I can´t bend it enough to touch the inside of my palm. I am a little concerned, and I think I have every right to be. After dislocating it, I snapped it back into place myself during the cab ride to the hospital. The doctor just examined it and put a splint on it - he didn´t manipulate it or attempt to reset it at all. This didn´t bother me at the time because I was preoccupied with the cute nurse instead of receiving proper treatment, but now that I´ve had a month of cold showers I am able to rationally examine the situation. I´ve come to this conclusion - it is troubling that the only adjustments made to the digit were done by me. It’s even more troubling that at the time I was imitating Mel Gibson´s character in Lethal Weapon 2 where he snaps his dislocated shoulder back into place by ramming it against a wall.
The upshot of it all is that I stopped back into the clinic today for a second opinion. I had a whole script prepared in my head. It went like this: