Yesterday I arranged for X-rays and an ultrasound scan in Denmark, because the hospital in Albany could not fit me in until the twenty third. I set off at 0800 for an 1100 appointment. I borrowed Carl’s lady friend, Julie, to accompany me on the trip, partly because I was not supposed to be driving alone, and partly because she is visiting from the UK and has not yet seen that side of the Great Southern. I know some very picturesque roads by which we could return.
However in Denmark the sonographer, after trying to make me twist into positions that I just cannot manage (though uninjured I could have) decided I needed to be examined by someone more experienced with muscle ultrasound than she, and also by a physician. So she arranged for an appointment in Albany at 1345. Thus I ended up going there after all.
After some more painful contortions, a portfolio of sonograms was assembled, and a specialist called in to look them over. It seems I have a torn biceps and some further complicated muscle damage described in big words I did not register. Fingers crossed it won’t require surgery. No commitment on that yet one way or the other.
I was wearing my “not that kind of doctor” T shirt today. Both sonographers asked what kind of doctor I was. “The other kind” I replied.
My greatest concern is that this injury may mean I shall have to sell the bike and buy a Can-am Spyder. It seemed a dubious omen that I happened to encounter one at the Caltex service station in Albany where I was refuelling before setting off for home. The owner says he used to ride a Kawasaki 900 and now he has the Spyder, he would never go back to two wheels. I guess I can cope if that option becomes inevitable.
Since we were now in Albany, the return route I had planned was no longer really viable, so we diverted the other way and drove back via the Stirling Ranges. I hoped Julie would get to see some wild emus, but we did not encounter any. However the view was still scenic so the trip was not wasted. Julie had not been that way either. I was really glad to drop her off and get myself home, not because I did not enjoy her company on the trip, it was great to have someone pleasant to talk to, but because I badly needed to get home and take some codeine, not having taken any form of analgesic since the previous evening (because I would be driving). Home to 600 mg of paracetamol and 60 mg of codeine. It is kicking in now as I peck out these words. Ah the relief!
A shot of the Stirlings, taken with the GoPro.
another, taken with the Olympus mu Tough
In Albany we did a little shopping for things not available in Katanning. We were looking for red cabbage, and found it, and I also scored some galangal (laos powder), fenugreek and other spices.