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22 August 2014 @ 10:55 pm
Doctor's visit and old books  
I went to visit the doctor today due to my foot injury, and now I have considerably more peace of mind. After the preliminary check-in bits, he felt along the heel and the ball of my foot, poked about the toes, and when none of that drew any pain from me, he took out a tuning fork, asked me to close my eyes, smacked it on the table, and touched it at various places on my foot.

The idea is that if any of the small bones in the foot were broken, the tuning fork's vibrations would causes said bones to vibrate, naturally causing pain and providing an easy way to know if something was broken with pretty high certainty. Since there was no pain at all no matter where he touched the tuning fork, and the only pain anywhere was when he poked the very center of the swelling on my foot, and even that was minimal, his opinion was that there probably wasn't anything broken and it was probably badly bruised. Wrap it in an ace bandage, keep it elevated, apply heat as needed, and come back in a month if any problems remain. I can do that. (^_^)v

I was reading Robert Silverberg's Nightwings a couple days ago (shameless plug: review here) and I was surprised how much nostalgia I got just from the physical existence of the book. Most of the stuff I read nowadays is on kindle or relatively new books from the library, but Nightwings was an old paperback with yellowing pages and that old book smell that all readers love.

It took me back to the days of visiting my grandparents in their retirement community, where one of the first things we would do when my family arrived was go down to the town library and get a giant handfull of books for me to take back and read. I'd always pillage the sci fi and fantasy section, and my grandparents' house is the place where I first read Robert Heinlein, Anne McCaffrey, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Gordon R. Dickson, Diane Duane, Katherine Kurtz, Robert Jordan, Arthur C. Clarke, Ursula K. LeGuin, Susan Cooper, Lloyd Alexander, and a bunch of other authors I can't remember.

The books were almost all yellowing paperbacks or those old hardcovers that didn't have plastic jackets, and the smell stuck with me. Smelling it again takes me back to days at the Real Beach (so-called because it was distinct from the beach along the river in their retirement community) building dikes and sandcastles with my grandfather's WWII army entrenching tools, going for picnics and paddleboats at a nearby lake, shopping in Coos Bay, picnics, seal-watching, and clambering over rocks at Cape Arago State Park...

Now I really want to go visit Oregon again.
 
 
Current Mood: relievedrelieved
Current Music: Loom - Crystalgard
 
 
 
q99q99 on August 23rd, 2014 04:42 am (UTC)
Good to hear it, and I like the tuning fork trick!
dorchadasdorchadas on August 23rd, 2014 02:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I thought that was really clever. The clinic we goes to serves a lot of low-income people, and I imagine that the staff are aware of that when they're thinking about ordering testing.
marianlhmarianlh on August 24th, 2014 11:35 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear your foot's okay!

I actually did break my toe once. It was NOT fun.
dorchadasdorchadas on August 25th, 2014 11:59 pm (UTC)
Yuck! I hope everything healed and you recovered!
marianlhmarianlh on August 26th, 2014 12:17 am (UTC)
Well, it was 22 years ago, so if it hadn't healed by now I'd have some sharp words for the doctor. ^_^