Ready to Dance

July 5th, 2009 by Harrumpher Leave a reply »

I have aged into more rituals than I had as a child in high church Methodism. Today involved no bishops or incense, rather a sward and farewell to legs (or at least leg tools).

F0llowing my nasty tib/fib breaks and the surgery to fix them, I was like the classic riddle of the ages of man.

  • For two weeks or so, I was only able to move in agony 30 feet or so from bed to office. Deciding to visit the toilet was a huge emotional and physical commitment. That all required a walker. (Kind of two human legs, two struts and two wheeled struts.)
  • For another several weeks, I needed someone to move the walker from one floor to another, while I thumped unsteadily down or up 13 stairs with every leg flexing producing colors before my eyes. (Three legs.)
  • Next it was two crutches, one on stairs with the other gripped horizontally in one hand. At the landing it was two crutches. (Four legs.)
  • When I could manage the four steps in or out of the house, it was one crutch, wobbling, but gaining confidence. (Three legs.)
  • At nine weeks, after x-rays showed sufficient tibia bone growth to dump the Aircast instead of just removing it repeatedly for airing and stretching the withered calf and foot, it was to the cane. (Three legs.)

Being my re-use/recycle mother’s son, I wanted to cleanse my psyche and house of these aluminum tools. They are considered junk, just another set of disposables in a throwaway economy.

I wouldn’t have it and eventually located a savvy and civic-minded gentleman who knew better and was like minded. At Ayers Handicap Conversion Center, Chairman Bruce Ayers, adds volunteerism and helping to his health-aid business. He collects and hands out just such tools to those who need them.  I won’t dwell on how Boston should be doing the same. Rather, let us praise him.

(I shall contact my Boston City Councilor and get something like this in the works here.)


Meanwhile, I happily am bidding goodbye to my tools — walker, crutches and cane. The Aircast is surely contaminated even after I scrubbed it, but I’ll ask about that too.

It took a time to find a decent meadow in the area. The arboretum has not cut its open leas, but Brookline’s Larz Andersen park is plenty grassy. Plus the delicate locals could not be expected to walk in vegetation above shoelace height.

I amused myself this morning by posing and shooting my tools. I thank them and hope they are useful elsewhere…and also for short periods of healing.

One pic is here. The series is on Flickr.


One Response

  1. Uncle says:

    Stormtrooper seems apt for the solo Aircast shot. However, my first thought was of a ghastly accident in the C3PO factory.

    Mr. Ayers is mucho praiseworthy. The throughput of medical devices destined for no further use is larcenous. I wonder of he takes slings? I think I have all the parts of the one I used for less than 10 days.

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