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Well, yesterday evening I was on my way home, and took the 6 train uptown to Astor Place. It was only a few stops, and as I left the train, I saw a guy—didn't make eye contact—just aimed himself into the doorway of the train and shouldered me aside. (People! There wasn't a crowd, there wasn't a bottleneck; what's the rush?)

Waiting area at Beth Israel ER

Because he had pushed me and I was off-balance, my left—leading—foot went into the gap between the platform and the train. I screamed, loud; in a situation like that, I want people to know there's a crisis. (I want the conductor to know he can't pull out of the station yet, either.) So a few people pulled me to safety—thank you! I staggered over to a bench and sat. A [different] guy had stayed behind, and asked if I was all right. I really was; I really felt all right, and also, I felt embarrassed. I always feel embarrassed when I fall. So I told him I was okay.

I called home and told Richard what had happened, then set off for the M8 crosstown bus. (I had no money on me, or I might have taken a cab. Probably.) My foot and knee were hurting by now, and I decided to take myself to the ER, which wasn't far. I was really lurching along, so if there was a break, I might as well know it and take appropriate action. I transferred to the M15 up First Avenue, and it let me off at 14th street; I lurched the two blocks to the Linsky Pavilion of Beth Israel Medical Center at 1st and 16th, and then had to turn the corner to the ER.

Nice thing about a holiday weekend; there are a lot fewer people around. [See my first-ever post on LJ.] Triage was a breeze, and I went to wait in a little cubicle, and started to make a post, when I was interrupted by a nurse. She needed to see my wristband; I showed her. I had to use the bathroom, so they gave me a pair of yellow size XL socks with non-skid patterns on top and bottom.

(I lost my draft of the LJ post; fuck you, LiveJournal. To tell you the truth, I hate writing posts on my phone anyway.)

The adrenaline! I'm hung-over from the adrenaline; glad today wasn't a day I had to get up early. I'm walking with a cane, because all they gave me was an Ace bandage and a scrip for some ibuprofen. (Fuck you, Beth Israel.) But nothing was broken; I was in worse pain earlier today, and I got through it. Officially speaking, I was discharged with a contusion, and that makes sense. I hate having to do 100 stairs up and down just to get home or leave home. Perversely, they gave me a referral for follow-up to a doctor across town on 23rd street and 7th avenue, so I guess I'm not going to bother with that; I'll do what I did for my other knee: ghetto physical therapy.

And I hate sleeping in my loft bed when I'm so compromised; it feels awkward amd dangerous to be four feet off the ground. (I've always hated my loft bed, but I hate it more when I have trouble getting in and out of it.)

Tomorrow is another day. (I was afraid of that!)
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I had to post this; New York is full of critters with chutzpah. I love this rat, to tell you the truth.
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I almost forgot about the Nostalgia Train; every December, the MTA runs some of its vintage 1940s and 1950s trains. (Of course, the trains actually ran from the 30s until the 70s.) Some of the cars have incandescent lights and ceiling fans, and most of them have improbable wicker seats.

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There was a swing dance party happening in the 2nd Avenue station; couples were cutting a rug accompanied by dance bands according to this schedule, and this couple was waiting for the Avenue A bus to take them down to the Delancey/Essex station to greet the train:

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Funny how the human mind works, because I had just been thinking about this train but forgotten when it was going to run again. Just goes to show you, New Yorkers don't need much of an excuse to turn anything into a party!

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For New Year's Eve, there was a party at Belvedere Castle in Central Park. It was hosted by Time'sUP!, the environmental organization that knows how to par-tay!



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franklanguage: (WalkenInAWinterWonderland)
For New Year's Eve, there was a party at Belvedere Castle in Central Park. It was hosted by Time'sUP!, the environmental organization that knows how to par-tay!



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I$NY

Jul. 22nd, 2010 08:21 pm
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I think anyone who's familiar with our Mayor can relate to this one.

Found on the subway, of course.

I$NY

Jul. 22nd, 2010 08:21 pm
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I think anyone who's familiar with our Mayor can relate to this one.

Found on the subway, of course.
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