To be on the safe side, I found an Urgent Care just a few blocks from work, and when I called and asked how long their wait was, the receptionist stated; "About five minutes."
"See you in four minutes," I said.
The doc-in-a-box was somewhat amused when I walked in, told him what the problem was, then told him what medication I needed and how much, all without even showing him the leg. And when I did show him, and told him the history of the problem, he agreed with both my diagnosis and proposed treatment.
"This ain't my first time around the block," I told him. "I've been here before."
Got my medicine, went back to work for a bit, then headed home, catching just this bit of horse-drawn traffic in my way.
Of course the day was not without it's drama. My mother has come to town for the week to
I told her to quickly check on them, and guess who was missing?
So I took off and drove home, only to get the cal when I was still a couple of blocks out that Belle had been out playing in the front of the house, and when spotted there and confronted by my mom, she ran right back through her escape hatch and into the back yard again. That minx.
Eventually I left work for real, and then, since my leg was doing so well, I took my mom and Murphy and Belle for a walk to the French Quarter--a first for me since I got here!
These two little girls in the background were playing classical violins for tips. They were incredible.
This guy played his drum and harmonica and sang songs.
And there's that Crescent City Connector, linking New Orleans proper to Algiers Point and Jefferson Parish on the other side of the river. The ferry is crossing ad mid-span.
Then we walked home. My mom had to stop to rest a couple of times, but she was well-protected.
Today was good. Real good. :-)