Sunday, October 16, 2005

The End of Baseball

I know it took me awhile to write about this in my blog, but I've been recovering from last week's loss against the White Sox. Now that the sun is back out, and the city of Boston is done crying for a solid week with the rain, I think it's time. It wasn't even that it was so sad, as the fact that (which we go thru almost every year) we came so far, so close, and then lost it all in a three game sweep at the end. It was so anticlimactic. All that baseball, spring training to post season, for what?

One of the things that was helping to keep me sane as I recover from this broken ankle was the thought of baseball in October. I figured that this would give me the perfect excuse to not leave my house and go crutching around in public (apparently I have issues with the handicapped and need therapy to resolve how this affect my personal self-esteem.) With a baseball game happening almost everynight, I had the perfect excuse to sit on my couch drinking beer. Unfortunately this only lasted for the first week. And then the rains came.

In a way, the week-long rain served the same purpose as baseball, except it also served as a constant reminder of the sadness and despair upon all of Red Sox Nation. With the week long rain shower, I was able to stay inside, not be pressured to go out much, but there was no baseball to watch (well, there was, but my heart wasn't really into watching any team other than the Sox at this point.)

Thank god for syndicated television. Did you know that reruns of That 70's Show are on pretty much starting at 5:00 pm and ending somewhere around 9? Almost every weekday! Also, the show is fucking hilarious. Definitely a good way to pass the time on the couch.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

The Doctor Appointment

Boston is not handicap accessible. Sure they have those little blue signs with the person in the wheelchair around the city--in parking lots, on subway maps, in buildings and malls. But it's actually not fit for a handicapped person to get around in.

I went to the doctor today. Luckily my neighbor gave me a ride there, and my landlady gave me a ride home so the transportation part was easy. It was the actual appointment that led me to the above conclusion.

Boston being as it is, the doctor's office is a huge old brownstone building that used to be apartments, complete with bay windows that have been turned into office space. Upon entering the office from Beacon Street, I crutched over to the elevator and stood behind a UPS guy and another guy. Soon, a guy with a broken arm and his mother, along with three really old people, were waiting along with us. The elevator, of course, is this tiny thing that could fit comfortably three grown men. Four could squeeze in but it would be kind of gay. The UPS man had a huge dolly full of packages, eliminating an entire body from entering the elevator. I lucked out and got the first ride up, after waiting with a crowd of the handicapped and the elderly for about 10 minutes, balancing on crutches the entire time. I was riding to the fifth floor and of course someone needed to get out at every floor (after we inadvertantly went to the basement first) in between and I was near the elevator door. By the time I got to the fifth floor, I was exhausted, sweaty and tired.

I checked in and immediately had to go back to the elevator to head to the third floor for xrays (after they took my $10 co-pay did they tell me this). After waiting again, and cramming onto yet another stuffed elevator, I arrived at the third floor, got my x-rays by the crazy x-ray lady, and then started back up to the fifth floor, x-rays in hand as I crutch around. Once back on the fifth floor, for the second time in 30 minutes, I smile as I realize that I will only have to get back on that crowded slow elevator one more time today.

It was ridiculous. What, just because you install and elevator in a building then all of the sudden it is handicap accessible? I don't think so. Making old, crutched, wheelchairbound people get on and off a crowded elevator four times going from floor to floor just so that the doctor can tell them they will be wearing that ugly boot over their broken ankle for 4 more weeks is cruel and unusual punishment, not handicap accessible.