Aug. 14th, 2004
Of Villages and Broken Bones
Aug. 14th, 2004 10:53 pmSteph, Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I went to see The Village today. It was a fine film, but not the best in the world and certainly not the best M. Night Shyamalan movie ever made. Technically, there was nothing wrong with it and I really loved the language M. Night used for the movie. It was quite poetic! The problem is that I figured out the M. Night "twist" long before the ending. It was too simple, especially for something produced from the mind that gave us Unbreakable and The Sixth Sense. Ah well. This certainly won't prevent my seeing any subsequent movies he makes; however, I hope that M. Night hasn't reached his zenith and is now on the downswing of his creativity. I think there's so much more within him that has yet to be born. It will come...I have faith!
When we got home, Aunt Tudi had a voice mail message from a Dr. Stewart at Urgent Care. In fact, he called twice. She called him back and he said, upon reviewing the x-rays of her ankle, he has surmised that she did indeed fracture her ankle, and that the other doctor should never have let her go without putting her in a cast. He wants her back at Urgent Care tomorrow morning to re-examine her ankle and conclude whether or not she has to have a fibreglass cast or merely a splint. UGH! If she's put in a cast, she'll be in it for 6 to 8 weeks, which means she'll be going to San Diego all hobbled up. In the course of that the 6-8 weeks, Dr. Stewart also wants her to see an orthopaedic surgeon as a follow-up precaution. I'm betting she'll have to have surgery since there's a piece of bone floating around in there.
So that was our day.
When we got home, Aunt Tudi had a voice mail message from a Dr. Stewart at Urgent Care. In fact, he called twice. She called him back and he said, upon reviewing the x-rays of her ankle, he has surmised that she did indeed fracture her ankle, and that the other doctor should never have let her go without putting her in a cast. He wants her back at Urgent Care tomorrow morning to re-examine her ankle and conclude whether or not she has to have a fibreglass cast or merely a splint. UGH! If she's put in a cast, she'll be in it for 6 to 8 weeks, which means she'll be going to San Diego all hobbled up. In the course of that the 6-8 weeks, Dr. Stewart also wants her to see an orthopaedic surgeon as a follow-up precaution. I'm betting she'll have to have surgery since there's a piece of bone floating around in there.
So that was our day.