gently lay you in the tub.” He gently lowered me and the hot water enveloped my aching body.
“Oh, ooo, ah…this feels so good. Exactly what I needed. Thank you for helping me. Give me 20 min and knock on the door. If I need more time I’ll tell you.”
“Alright. Call out if you need me before then.” He turned and left quickly.
I was really glad I made the decision to push Ozias to help me in the bath. I looked through the baskets around the tub and found gardenia scented bath salts and honey-oatmeal soap. Hoping the two scents don’t clash, I poured a handful of the bath salts in swirled them until they dissolved. There was a neck pillow on the back of the tub so I reclined and felt truly relaxed for the first time in hours.
I jumped at the feeling of my shoulder being rocked back and forth. “What! What happened?” I shook my head out of sleepiness and realized I had fallen asleep in the tub! Horrified, I covered my breast and lifted my knees to block my naked body. When I looked up I see Ozias with one hand over his eyes just barely peeking out and his hand on my shoulder and a towel draped across his forearm. I snatched the towel a little harder than I meant to.
“You feel asleep. I’ve been knocking and calling your name but when you didn’t answer I got worried. I would never have come in if I wasn’t concerned. You’ve had a rough day so when you didn’t answer…”
“Oh, my God! I guess I was so relaxed. Did you, um, did you see anything?”
“Well, I tried not to. I just poked my head in first to make sure you were still sitting up in the tub. I saw that you were asleep so I tried knocking and calling again, but,” Ozias cleared his throat.
“Go on, I what?”
“You were, um, snoring.” Lovely, just lovely. First burping and now snoring. Great.
“Let me get my suit back on and I’ll call you right back.”
Ozias stood there for a moment debating what to do. “Well, I’m here right now and I’ve kinda seen….”
“God! Just get out!” I screamed. Ozias bolted out the room. I decided I didn’t need his help anymore tonight. My ankle felt much better anyway, after resting, icing, the air cast and this hot bath. I pushed myself to the side of the tub only using my arms and left leg. Swinging my legs right leg around was not enjoyable but I could manage on my own. I had to anyway. It’s not like I would have help in a few days anyway. I dried off as best I could sitting down then attempted to stand without putting pressure on my foot. I was wobbly but I did it. I hopped to the sink and got my crutched. There! I don’t need Ozias McKinnon’s help!
“Ozias, I’ve got my crutches and I’m fine. Please leave the room and close the door. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hollered so he could hear me clearly through the door. It was a few minutes before I heard the door close.
Chapter Six
Why are doctor’s offices always so cold? I was thinking this while staring at Doc’s diploma, Alastair Fraser McKinnon, graduated from Harvard Medical School in 1986. Impressive. Doc walked in the exam room holding my x-ray report. He looked kinder in his khaki pants and light blue button down shirt. He was teaching today so he didn’t wear scrubs. I was staring at him waiting to hear my diagnosis.
“Well, no breaks, as I assumed, but never hurts to rule it out. You have just a deep sprain. Pretty common actually but I guess the way you fell and my son hitting you as hard as he did has caused this much pain. If you continue with the RICE, and no walking on it until it doesn’t hurt to
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