Me, the film star

Today was a non-work day, taken up by the filming of a promotional video for the physicians group that includes my hip surgeon. Last night and this morning we straightened the cottage—Jordan brought out flowers and did a clean sweep of my desk. I had make neat stacks, but she deemed that unacceptable. So there I was, all spiffed up and ready—and the videographer misunderstood and unloaded all his equipment on the front porch of the main house. He thought I just worked in the cottage and was not a happy camper when I held firm to filming in the cottage. But it all worked just fine.

Video filming is not for the impatient. There’s a bit of shooting and then a lot of changing angles; a few more shots, and then more changing angles. In about two hours, he and his assistant set up equipment, interviewed me (pre-arranged questions, which the assistant read), and filmed exercising, washing one dish over and over and over, typing (how many times can you type “The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog”?), and walking on the backyard walkway. Kraig and Susie were delightful people, and we chatted lightly during those interminable periods of getting the camera angle just right. They were also considerate, and Kraig kept saying he didn’t want to stretch my limits, etc.

They left about eleven-thirty, and two-thirty found me in Dr. McGowan’s office for a faux office visit—I made it real by asking some questions that had been on my mind. Upshot is that I can practice getting me and the walker in and out of the car, though I know I shouldn’t drive until after my eyes are fixed. But my car is in Tomball and while there for Thanksgiving I can practice on the big parking lot that is the front of Colin’s property.

Dr. Jeffrey McGowan, who gave me a new hip

and a new lease on life

            Dr. McGowan also told Kraig that I would probably use the walker the rest of my life. Sort of a disappointment but not an unexpected one. He said I might well get around the house without it, but I gather that would mean I would lurch from furniture to furniture. I couldn’t hear all this, but Jordan eavesdropped.

Videographer Kraig Kitchem at work in doctor's office

All in all, an interesting day, but one that wore me out. I came home and napped. Tonight, is a lazy reading night.