Usually, we don’t write about physical problems on our blog – unless there’s a synchro involved. This one is an outlier.
On February 3, two days before the full moon in Leo, Rob had a knee replacement. I dropped him at a surgical center at 6:30 a.m., he was home by noon. Our friend, Lloyd, had lent Rob a walker because the one the clinic had ordered hadn’t arrived yet. His wife, Fran, had used it.
After I dropped Rob off, I went home and crashed. Then I got up and went grocery shopping. When I got home, a nurse from the clinic called and asked if I had a walker that fit Rob ’s height. I explained about the walker and she said, Just bring it in when you arrive. Then before I picked up Rob, she called again and said she’d found a walker that fit his height so I didn’t have to bring mine into the facility.
I went inside without the walker and she came out into the lobby with a sheaf of discharge instructions and went through them with me.Then she told me where to park so he could come out to the car.
He came out using the walker the nurse had found at the clinic. I slipped it between the front and back seats. Meanwhile, Lloyd’s loaner was in my trunk. I returned it to him at the dog park. But somehow, today, three days after his surgery, I snapped a photo of Rob outside by the Frisbee basket, the walker in front of him. He suddenly looked down at the horizontal bar. “Look at this.”
There, that sticker on the walker: Francine Corley Walton. The walker was the one Lloyd had lent us. But I thought I’d returned it to him at the dog park. I was struck by the weirdness of this, given all the back and forth with the nurse about a walker. Was this Lloyd’s wife making contact through a walker that had been hers?
Rob doesn’t think it’s a synchro. And for him, I can see why it isn’t. He didn’t go through the stuff about which walker to use. But I was sure I’d returned Fran’s walker to Lloyd, so for me, this one has the trickster fingerprints all over it.
