Turtle Lane a temporary Snail’s pace

That’s right. I sprained my knee attempting a quick ATM withdrawal. I had the cab wait while I went to a Gas Station’s ATM. I’m negotiating the curb with cane and meter running. And my cane. No fall, but I must have twisted a weird way to get up the curb. That’s all I can figure.

It’s OK. Having been a dancer, I know how to treat muscle strains. Ice, elevation, ibuprofen and compression. I also have the full range of equipment aids for movement. A single crutch and the bathroom grab bars at hand.

Tomorrow’s the start of the week. I am summoned to SF Paratransit for a current evaluation. They give me rides to the medical facility – my big outing. Wear clothes you can move in and brush your teeth. Seriously, I expect this recent mishap will be better, but my cane will certainly be employed. The thing is, if I were to take a bus I would have to walk 5 city blocks, wait for god knows, transfer and walk some more. No place to sit while waiting. I know that budgets have been cut and government agencies are tightening up. This will be a performance on my part with no rehearsal needed.