I was to use our Android TV Box late last evening to watch two shows with my younger brother, although I first let him understand that I wanted to be to bed by midnight.
First up was The Outpost ─ episode six ("Kill the Rat, Kill the Kinj") of season three. And then it was Glitch ─ episode five of season three.
The second show ran to nigh 12:10 a.m., but at least all evening long I had limited myself to three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
To my dear brother's great credit, when he learned that I intended to attempt to walk to the nearby Cedar Hills Medical Clinic about four blocks away to arrive at its 7 a.m. opening so that I could have my damaged right knee assessed to see if surgery was required, he enlisted himself to drive me there, and would rise early accordingly.
I did not have as good a night's sleep as I had hoped, but I responded to my 6 a.m. alarm to get me up and begin readying. And true to his word, not too very long after 6:30 a.m. my brother emerged from his bedroom.
We were to arrive out in front of the clinic less than five minutes past 7 a.m. My brother obligingly walked to the front door to ensure that the clinic was open, and soon returned to inform me that it was.
And so in I went.
The South Asian receptionist was difficult for me to fully understand due to her accent, fairly soft voice, and a glass or plastic screen between us. But the gist if I did correctly understand was that it would be impossible to be seen by a physician without an appointment; and most bizarre of all, only people who have had a previous appointment can make another one.
I mentioned that I had last been there maybe four years ago, but she only made a wryly sympathetic face to seemingly convey that such did not qualify ─ or so I felt.
And that was that. It was all for naught.
She did identify that a medical clinic over near the Surrey Memorial Hospital accepted walk-in patients and opened at 9 a.m., but I have since seen online that walk-in patients needed to require "urgent care".
They have "emergency physician services" available from 10 a.m., but that does not seem to apply for me, either.
I also saw that they had "primary care appointment hours", so this afternoon I got around to phoning to see if that was a possibility. Of course I only accessed a phone menu, and none of its appointment options fitted me ─ it seemed that I already needed to be a patient within their network.
I feel myself left with absolutely no other choice but to visit Surrey Memorial Hospital's emergency care section and spend the hours that I expect it will take before a physician finally sees me. A massive negative is that I would want to do so, say, around 4 a.m. to best avoid the massive population that was there when my brother drove me for help on Saturday, March 1st, and just under nine hours after my accident.
I was to be there for at least 13 hours before I was seen by a doctor; and then another hour was spent first getting three X-rays that the doctor eventually 'read' or interpreted; and then he sent me for a skyline X-ray, the result of which he again had to be submitted for interpretation.
His verdict had been that nothing was broken, and the meniscus appeared intact; and if after four or five days the pain and swelling had not markedly diminished, I was to return.
That was not possible for me because two days later I began to become sick with a respiratory infection after breathing the atmosphere for those hours of so many ailing visitors to that emergency section, many of whom clearly had respiratory ailments.
I feel normal now, but my sinuses still produce a lot of bloody mucous.
So how do I get to the hospital for 4 a.m.? I am unsure if it is possible for me to walk, since it is possibly a minimum of six blocks. And I am not in any financial position to be cavalierly taking a taxi and maybe paying $20 because of my soft nature where over-tipping is concerned.
Perhaps I ought to rise around 3 a.m. tonight just to undertake a reasonably short walk when there will not likely be anyone else on the streets. I could attempt a few blocks to see if such are within my current ability.
I bloody don't know what to do! I cannot elevate my lower leg unassisted; and if I put weight on my bad knee when the leg is not straightened and stiff, the quadriceps musculature closest to my knee feels like it is going to spasm and my knee will collapse me with perhaps irreversible damage to the joint.
At present it is 4:50 p.m., and I feel in the need to perhaps lie down for a time in darkness. At 10:17 a.m. this morning I was emailed the missing charitable donation receipt from Plan International Canada that I require before I can electronically file tax returns for my wife and I via the free GenuTax software that I have used for what will now be possibly four consecutive tax years.
More anon.
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It took a heck of a lot of time, but I managed to get the tax returns for my wife and I filed.
Meantime, my brother returned from his afternoon social drinking, and it is approaching 10 p.m. with him watching T.V. downstairs while Bev is watching T.V. in their bedroom.
I wish to quickly close this post, but I do want to report two morning videos my brother and I watched before finally resuming our bed rest.
The first well exceeded an hour (1:08:24), and was published today at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: NEW Revelations & Conversation About The FAKE NEWS That There Was A Mass Grave In Kamloops.
Interview- Important conversation and revelations about the dated fake news that there is a mass grave from mass genocide at the Kamloops First Nations Residential School. I interview journalist Drea Humphrey who is committed to the truth about this developing story no matter where it may lead..(links as promised at bottom.)
And we finished watching an old movie we began a morning or two ago ─ 1966's A Man for All Seasons. It was two hours long, and I believe my source was BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: 'His silence was more powerful than words.' A Man for All Seasons 📽(1966) (Bio./Drama/History) G 2H.
It was rather quaintly enjoyable. I could never have watched it as a young man, however.
Well, I reckon I will join my brother for a couple of shows and beers. It is 10:13 p.m.
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