The Adventures of
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The Wedding

December 29th, 2005

On 12/29/05 Pop and Kevin tied the knot! It was a beautiful ceremony and a lot of fun. Here are some photos.

The rehearsal

Tylin walks his mother down the aisle

Luke smashes paper into his face. Angie is amused.

Luke’s sisters are much more interesed in the wedding.

Pop driving himself to the church.

Just before the ceremony … many beauties and cuties!

Our new cousins and step brother

Mark prepares to read the word, supported by the Muppet Eagle

After the ceremony, the girls discover the joys of amplification!

Susanna doesn’t want Lydia to get amplified that much …

Daddy enforces sharing of the mic.

At the reception…

I never thought I’d see Pop with a Homer Simpson expression on his face!

Look at his concentration!

The best man makes a toast…

Pop gets in a word or two…

My cutie and cousin…

The cake … surrounded by many hungry children!

More new cousins …

The bouquet…

Congratulations, Pop and Kevin!

Christmas Update

December 28th, 2005

We’re all having a grand time down here in Dallas for Christmas and Pop’s wedding. I made it down on the 24th. Elizabeth is recovering from a bug and my broken elbow is healing. I’m really glad the doc took off my cast — while moving it produces more pain, it also provides a lot more freedom. Pretty much every day I can tell my range of motion is improving. I’m even able to play guitar again, although I can’t straighten out my elbow to any less than a 45 degree bend. On the average, my level of pain is decreasing.

Here are some fun photos of what’s been going on here.

"My sisters got bikes."

"Don’t hurt my kids!"

A family portrait.

Bilbo wants to put on his ring.

Christmas cuties.

Grandpop has to photograph them too.

And now for some biking photos…

It’s amazing what one beer will do to Angie!

Elbow Update

December 23rd, 2005

Today I went to Dr. O’Connor. He’s up in Greenpoint.

Greenpoint is a lot like central-eastern Europe. Everywhere — and I mean everywhere — people were speaking Polish. The receptionists and nurses all spoke Polish to each other. At the nice bakery where I got a little pastry, it seemed like a stretch for them to speak English. It was like having an extremely short European vacation in my back yard, without jetlag or sightseeing.

Instead of sightseeing, I was showing the doc my arm. He took off the cast and poked and squoze and twisted and bent every part of my arm to find out what hurt a little and what produced eye-watering whimpering sounds. After 2 days in a cast, it was amazing how much more range of motion I had in my elbow.

After he had manipulated my arm enough he said, "OK, I’m going to have them re-take the x-rays." He sent me out to a different part of his office for x-rays. A really big, quiet, slightly hunched guy came to the waiting area and said in a quiet but slightly menacing Polish voice "Dishman?" I followed him. He needed to take images of 3 perspectives of my elbow. 2 Of them were extreeeeemly painful. Fortunately, he was quick.

After 20 minutes or so, the doc called me in to talk about the x-rays. He put them up on the lightboard as I walked in and hmm’d for a minute or two. Then he explained how the humorous, radius and ulna all come together in the elbow. He used my good arm to show me how all wrist rotations really are a rotation of the radius at the elbow joint. He said he couldn’t exactly see the fracture, but he was pretty sure I had a radial head fracture (gross but cool pictures). When he leaned back in his chair he said, "Ahhh, now I can see it," and showed me where my bone is broken. I guess he had to get out of the trees of arm-bones to see the fractured forest. (Sorry, Vicodin-inspired commentary). Anyway, my radius is fractured but not displaced. That’s good. He told me that in most elbow fractures some mobility of the eblow is permanently lost, but I could minimize that or possibly completely avoid it. First, I need to not be in a cast. I need to make sure the joint doesn’t freeze up and I need to be extending it as much as I can palm-up. Right now, the straightest I can get it is about a 45 degree bend. Second, the doc prescribed physical therapy for me. I am to come back in 3 weeks for a follow-up visit, which luckily is Friday the 13th of January. It sounded like there’s at least some possibility of returning to full use of my arm 3 weeks from now instead of the 6-8 that the ER doc told me, although the doc didn’t actually say that. Since I’m going to be moving my arm more, he also prescribed more Vicodin, although I haven’t taken too much of the first prescription.

I spent the rest of today trying to get the police report from my accident. At the scene, the police gave me their precinct’s phone number and told me to just call and they’d give me the accident report. So far, the report can’t be found. The report lady at the precinct told me she needed more information like the officer’s name. I only took the info the officers told me — which didn’t include their names. The lady at the precinct told me I might be able to get the infomation out of the Ambulance Call Report. I spent the rest of the day going to the place where you can get that report, leaving that place to get a letter notarized 10 blocks away, getting harrassed by cops while walking back to the place to hand in my notarized letter, and then pleading the mercy of the court to just accept my $1.50 in cash since they said in fine print somewhere they needed a money order. After they finally allowed me to pay cash, they told me the guy who does the reports won’t be in until Tuesday … come back then.

And they wonder why people in beauracracies go postal.

So maybe next week sometime I can get the guy to mail the report to me. Hopefully, when I get home in January I can get the police report and start talking to insurance companies about how much they’re going to have to pay my doctors and me.

I almost think a snowball or thorn in the eye are less stress than this.

Almost.

I was biking while they were striking…

December 22nd, 2005

On Tuesday, the first day of the NYC transit workers’ subway and bus strike, I decided to ride my bike to do some Christmas shopping since the train wasn’t running. While riding down my street, a car parallel-parked on the right pulled out really fast and cut across the lane which I lawfully occupied. I was going about 15-20 mph. I hit the brakes and yelled and the car hit me with her left front bumper on the right side of my bike. I went over the handlebars and her hood and rolled on the street. I was surprised how smooth Fulton Street felt on my cheek after I stopped moving. But it took a minute to get my left arm and leg to start obeying me. They really hurt.

The girl driving the car was cool and called 911 while I was in the street. By the time I was able to pick myself up off the street, two cops had arrived and an ambulance pulled up pretty fast after that. The paramedics felt my painfully purple knee and my elbow and said nothing was broken. I elected not to go to the hospital and limped the 2 blocks to my apartment.

During the next 24 hours, my left knee gradually got more mobile and less sore. Unfortunately, my left elbow got worse and worse. On Wednesday AM, I didn’t have enough grip strength to squeeze toothpaste onto my toothbrush so I went to the hospital, accompanied by the soon-to-be Rev. Chris Hildebrand, soon-to-be assistant pastor of the church we attend: Resurrection Presbyterian Church in Williamsburg. Chris hung out with me and got me lunch during the 5+ hours we spent in the ER. That was a total gift — thanks Chris!

Finally, I got to go in to see the doctors. Because of the transit strike, they were extremely short-staffed. After reading my x-rays the doc said my left elbow was fractured. She put my arm in a splint, gave me a prescription for some pain-killers, and told me I’d be in the splint for 6-8 weeks. Unfortunately, I can’t fly like this.

Tomorrow, I’m going to see an orthopedic specialist and start the process of trying to get the insurance of the girl who hit me to pay for medical bills, a new bike, and lost wages. Sounds fun. I’m sure the insurance company is just chomping at the bit to cut me a check.

Bt the way, if there are a more typos than usual, cut me some slack. Between one-handed-typing and some nice pain pills, I’m a little impaired. More than usual.

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