Melody sighed and fought to keep herself composed.
Jesus! He looks good enough to eat! Scratch that! He looks sinfully dangerous! Those jeans are hugging him like…like the pants that Jon wears! And that red WTB shirt! O! My! God! Are those his nipples that I see?!?!
Melody swallowed audibly and smiled at Richie, giving herself a mental shake.
Jesus girl! Get a grip and stop drooling! He’s going to think you are some silly groupie or something….
Richie in the mean time was giving Melody his own head to toe perusal.
Wow, she looks hot out of those shapeless scrubs! Nothing like tight jeans to emphasize nice curves! And just look at those eyes! They’re sparkling like two huge emeralds! And that T shirt…what does it say on the front?
He came closer to face Melody and read the front of her shirt. Smirking, he headed for the other sofa, plopped himself down and looked at Mel expectantly.
Melody looked from one rock star to another, both sprawled over their sofas and looking at her expectantly, and turned to Dorothea with a silent plea for help written all over her face.
Dorothea shrugged her shoulders and muttered under her breath “I gotta get me one of those shirts!” then put her hands on her hips and took a step forward to come to Melody’s rescue.
“All right you two! Enough with the theatrics! Richie, stop clowning around and make yourself useful! Since kids are spending the night with their cousins, they’re Matt’s problem. But we need to start thinking about dinner. So go get me some take out menus from the kitchen.”
Richie got up with a sigh and headed for the kitchen as asked.
Dorothea turned to Melody and smiled. “Mel, I can’t thank you enough for taking your time and helping Jon. How much do we owe you for the oils?” When she saw Melody shake her head in protest she went on “Mel, I’m sure those oils are not cheap! Please let me reimburse you for them and your time!”
“It’s OK Dorothea! It actually takes very small amount of Essential Oils to make a therapeutic strength blend! I did not deplete my stock by any means! And as far as my time goes… trust me, this is not a hardship for a fan!”
“OK, OK, I get it!” laughed Dorothea.
“Mel, you did mention that you’re planning to go to the Gillette show? Right?” Jon spoke up from his sofa.
Seeing her nod, he grinned and went on “Where is your seat?”
“Actually its pretty good, 15th row in a lodge next to stage!”
“Stage left or stage right?” asked Dorothea and cocked an eyebrow.
“Stage right.” whispered Mel, blushing.
Jon pouted. Dorothea grinned.
Richie chose this moment to re enter the room.
“What did I miss?” he asked, Melody’s red face not escaping his notice.
“Nothing!” said both Dorothea and Jon and smiled at each other.
“We were just discussing Mel’s plans for the Boston show” gave in Dorothea.
“O yeah, you did say that you had plans to go to Gillette.” smiled Richie.
Melody just nodded.
“Well bro, I was thinking…Since I did lose that bet with Mel about the IV…and she still did not come to collect on it..” Jon smiled “I’m thinking about upgrading her seat to something closer…say…how does a seat in the PIT sound to you Mel?”
“I…I…I don’t know what to say..” was all Mel was able to get out.
“Well I have something to say!” grinned Richie and raised an eyebrow at Jon “Can you make sure its PIT 2, Bro?”
Jon nodded at his wingman and smiled. “Oh, I think I can pull enough rank to make it happen Bro!”
Richie nodded enthusiastically and grinned at Mel.
Melody smiled and shook her head “I don’t know how to thank you Jon! I’ve never had such a great seat.”
“Lets just say we are now settled on the bet! And I’ll think of how to thank you for the oil later!”
Just as Mel opened her mouth to reply, Jon held up his hand “Don’t even think of arguing with me young lady!” he said in his best daddy voice “I am Jon Bon Jovi! Fans who argue with me risk invoking my wrath and the famous Stink Eye!”
“Oh NO!!! Not that!! Not the Stink Eye!” laughed Mel “OK, OK, I won’t argue with you!” she glanced at the clock on the wall “Uhmm, I didn’t realize how late its getting. I think I better go, I still have to stop and pick up dinner myself.”
“Melody, why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?” piped in Dorothea.
“Oh No! I can’t possibly intrude!”
“Nonsense! You won’t be intruding!” laughed Dorothea “You actually might make it more bearable for me with these two clowns!”
“Hey!!!” came from both Richie and Jon.
Richie cleared his throat and winked at Dorothea “You know, I have an even better idea! Why don’t I take Melody out to get something to eat and leave you two to have a nice cozy dinner together?”
“You know Rich, this is probably the best idea you’ve come up with lately” snickered Jon and earned himself a one finger salute.
“Richie, you don’t have to take me to dinner!” protested Mel..
“Nonsense! Of course I do! How else am I gonna get some one to one time with the nurse so she can evaluate my injured arm?” he grinned at her.
“Well, if you put it this way…How can I refuse treatment to a patient?” Mel laughed and picked up her purse. Taking out a business card, she handed it to Jon “Here is another one of my cards, just in case you have any questions about the oil.”
Jon took the card and placed it next to the bottle of oil on the table “Thank you again Mel! Your Gillette ticket will be at the “will call” window on the day of the show! Take care of my guitarist now, and I’ll see you soon …I‘m sure!”
Dorothea came over and gave Melody a hug “Thank you for everything! Enjoy your evening! And I also have a feeling I’ll see you soon!” taking in Mel’s look, she grinned at her “Do you need me to pinch you or something to confirm that this is for real?”
Melody shook her head “Nope… I think its beginning to sink in.” she smiled and waved to the couple “Its been a pleasure meeting both of you! Have a good night!” she turned and followed Richie out of the room and out of the house.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Chapter 13
Laughing with Dorothea, Mel reached into the brown bag and took out the two items she brought. Placing the plastic sniffer on the coffee table, she showed the large cobalt blue glass bottle to Jon and Dorothea.
“This is the oil blend that I made for you. Its base oil is Grape Seed, so it won’t be too greasy and it will not stain your clothes. The active ingredients are the Essential Oils of Helichrysum, Ginger, Clove, Nutmeg, Roman Chamomile and Lavender. According to my literature search, they should promote and expedite muscle healing. Ginger also has warming properties, so you might feel some tingling and warmth. And Lavender should also help in decreasing the swelling.”
Jon and Dorothea were listening intently. Seeing their nods of understanding, Melody went on with her explanation.
“Ok, then. What you will do is gently shake the oil by inverting the closed bottle few times, then pour a small amount of oil into a palm of your hand and gently massage it into the injured area of your calf until all of the oil is absorbed. Then just re wrap your leg and you’re good to go!”
“How often do we need to do this?” asked Dorothea.
“I think twice a day should be enough. Once in the morning and once before you go to sleep.”
“Wanna do the honors and put it on to start me off?” Jon smirked at Mel.
“Sure! Just roll up your pants for me!” Mel accepted the challenge.
She gently agitated the bottle to blend the oils while Dorothea helped Jon roll up the left leg of his sweat pants. Pouring a small amount of oil into her cupped hand, she bend down and gently massaged it into the back of Jon’s lower leg.
Jon closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.
Mel jerked her hands away and looked at her patient’s face in alarm. Seeing his closed eyes and a smirk, she glanced at Dorothea with confusion. Dorothea shrugged in response.
Jon opened one eye, cocked an eyebrow and deepened his smirk.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He grinned at Melody.
Melody’s jaw dropped to the floor as she looked from Jon to Dorothea helplessly.
Dorothea quickly reacted by cuffing her husband lightly on the back of his head.
“Cut it out Jon! She is here to help you! But she is a fan, so please be considerate of her feelings.” Then she turned to Melody.
“I’m sorry Mel! Here you are on your own time, trying to help and he is playing games with you!”
Melody regained her composure and gave Jon and evil smile.
“Maybe now is a good time to mention one of the major side effects of this oil combination.” she said and gave Dorothea a conspiratory wink.
“These particular oils, when absorbed through skin, tend to significantly lower libido and potency in males.”
The look on Jon’s face was priceless.
Melody quickly glanced at Dorothea and was relieved to see her wink back at her and grin at her husband.
“Well thank God! Now I can rest easy and sleep though the night without worrying about him getting into all sorts of troubles with those groupies! Mel, you‘ll have to make me enough of this stuff to last through the rest of the tour!”
Jon wisely chose to remain silent.
Melody gently cleared her throat and slipped back into her “nurse mode”. “Jon, how bad is the pain?”
“Same as last night, after you gave me that “industrial strength Advil”. Not too bad…manageable!” he grinned at Mel.
“So the pain medications are working for you then?”
“Yeah, that once-a-day pill is good.”
“Were you able to sleep?”
“Sure!” he nodded.
“Liar!” snorted Dorothea.
Melody raised an eyebrow at Jon “Didn’t you take the Vicodin?”
“No” he smiled sheepishly.
“And why not?”
“Didn’t want to cloud up my brain I guess.”
“Says the man who admits on film to washing down his sleeping pill with a bottle of wine! And besides, one or even two Vicodins will do less damage to your brain then all those chemicals you’ve consumed in the 80’s! And, come to think of it, why do you need a clear brain in the middle of the night?”
Dorothea dissolved in a fit of laughter and sat on the sofa next to Jon. She elbowed her husband “Do tell dear! I would love to hear answer to that one!”
Jon huffed “Well, I write some of my best stuff during the night!’’
“Really!” snorted Dorothea, “I thought you wrote your “best stuff” in Richie’s bathroom!”
“Ha ha!” came her husband’s response.
“And about the 80’s…” he smirked “You must be confusing me with Sambora or Bryan!”
Melody grinned and shook her head. “Nope, pretty sure I remember seeing a video clip on You Tube where you confirmed to a reporter that you’ve tried EVERYTHING!”
“Alright! Alright! I confess! Damm fans…” Jon rolled his eyes and wiggled the toes of his injured leg “You know, this actually feels better now! Thanks Mel!”
“Well, I’m glad I could help! You need to re wrap your leg now Jon.”
“Awww, can’t you do it for me?” he pouted “I am the injured patient after all!”
“Nope, a return demonstration is actually in order. I need to make sure you understood my discharge teaching!”
“Darling, you need to re read her T shirt!” chimed in Dorothea.
Jon sighed in defeat, sat up and wrapped his leg.
“There!” he gestured to his handy work “Satisfied?”
Both women grinned and nodded.
“Very nicely done!” complimented Melody “You just earned yourself a reward!”
“Oh yeah?” Jon smirked “And what will that be?”
Melody smiled and picked up the white plastic tube from the coffee table and handed it to Jon.
“What’s that?” Jon eyed the offered item suspiciously but took it from Mel.
“Its Lavender oil inhaler. Just sniff it few times when you need some help to relax. Make sure you keep it tightly closed and it will be good for a couple of months.”
“Aha, and what side effects should I expect from this treatment?”
Melody giggled “Jon, I was only kidding about the side effects. I would never use anything on you that might cause ANY side effects without your permission. I take the “do no harm” oath seriously! And then of course there is that issue of informed consent!”
Jon exhaled dramatically and made a show of wiping his brow.
Dorothea shook her head and faced Melody. “Seriously speaking, is there anything that could be used to “damper” someone’s sex drive? Without any side effects of course.”
“Why do you ask dear?” Jon sat up and looked concerned.
“Relax honey! I’m thinking of our two lovely teenagers!”
Melody laughed and shook her head “No, unfortunately, I am not familiar with any safe way of doing that! Though lately I wish there was something I could use!”
Seeing both Jon’s and Dorothea’s intrigued looks, she explained “I have a teen aged daughter myself, and believe me if something like that existed, I would’ve either added it to our high school’s water supply or sprayed it in the halls by now!”
Dorothea nodded and smiled “How old is your daughter Mel?”
“She is 15, going on 30!” grinned Mel “And she will be the death of me, but I love her dearly!”
“Why doesn’t her father lock her up in a high tower or at least threaten away the potential suitors like Jon does!”
Mel bit her lower lip and sighed “Her father is not involved, as a matter of fact, he is not even aware of Nicole’s existence.” she answered quietly.
The look that came over her face tugged at Dorothea’s heart. She got up from her seat and hugged the younger woman.
“Aw man! Am I missing some girl on girl action?” came from the doorway.
Both women turned to see grinning Richie.
Dorothea gave Mel a parting squeeze and sighed “Here comes the Big Bad Sambora to spoil our fun!”
“This is the oil blend that I made for you. Its base oil is Grape Seed, so it won’t be too greasy and it will not stain your clothes. The active ingredients are the Essential Oils of Helichrysum, Ginger, Clove, Nutmeg, Roman Chamomile and Lavender. According to my literature search, they should promote and expedite muscle healing. Ginger also has warming properties, so you might feel some tingling and warmth. And Lavender should also help in decreasing the swelling.”
Jon and Dorothea were listening intently. Seeing their nods of understanding, Melody went on with her explanation.
“Ok, then. What you will do is gently shake the oil by inverting the closed bottle few times, then pour a small amount of oil into a palm of your hand and gently massage it into the injured area of your calf until all of the oil is absorbed. Then just re wrap your leg and you’re good to go!”
“How often do we need to do this?” asked Dorothea.
“I think twice a day should be enough. Once in the morning and once before you go to sleep.”
“Wanna do the honors and put it on to start me off?” Jon smirked at Mel.
“Sure! Just roll up your pants for me!” Mel accepted the challenge.
She gently agitated the bottle to blend the oils while Dorothea helped Jon roll up the left leg of his sweat pants. Pouring a small amount of oil into her cupped hand, she bend down and gently massaged it into the back of Jon’s lower leg.
Jon closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.
Mel jerked her hands away and looked at her patient’s face in alarm. Seeing his closed eyes and a smirk, she glanced at Dorothea with confusion. Dorothea shrugged in response.
Jon opened one eye, cocked an eyebrow and deepened his smirk.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He grinned at Melody.
Melody’s jaw dropped to the floor as she looked from Jon to Dorothea helplessly.
Dorothea quickly reacted by cuffing her husband lightly on the back of his head.
“Cut it out Jon! She is here to help you! But she is a fan, so please be considerate of her feelings.” Then she turned to Melody.
“I’m sorry Mel! Here you are on your own time, trying to help and he is playing games with you!”
Melody regained her composure and gave Jon and evil smile.
“Maybe now is a good time to mention one of the major side effects of this oil combination.” she said and gave Dorothea a conspiratory wink.
“These particular oils, when absorbed through skin, tend to significantly lower libido and potency in males.”
The look on Jon’s face was priceless.
Melody quickly glanced at Dorothea and was relieved to see her wink back at her and grin at her husband.
“Well thank God! Now I can rest easy and sleep though the night without worrying about him getting into all sorts of troubles with those groupies! Mel, you‘ll have to make me enough of this stuff to last through the rest of the tour!”
Jon wisely chose to remain silent.
Melody gently cleared her throat and slipped back into her “nurse mode”. “Jon, how bad is the pain?”
“Same as last night, after you gave me that “industrial strength Advil”. Not too bad…manageable!” he grinned at Mel.
“So the pain medications are working for you then?”
“Yeah, that once-a-day pill is good.”
“Were you able to sleep?”
“Sure!” he nodded.
“Liar!” snorted Dorothea.
Melody raised an eyebrow at Jon “Didn’t you take the Vicodin?”
“No” he smiled sheepishly.
“And why not?”
“Didn’t want to cloud up my brain I guess.”
“Says the man who admits on film to washing down his sleeping pill with a bottle of wine! And besides, one or even two Vicodins will do less damage to your brain then all those chemicals you’ve consumed in the 80’s! And, come to think of it, why do you need a clear brain in the middle of the night?”
Dorothea dissolved in a fit of laughter and sat on the sofa next to Jon. She elbowed her husband “Do tell dear! I would love to hear answer to that one!”
Jon huffed “Well, I write some of my best stuff during the night!’’
“Really!” snorted Dorothea, “I thought you wrote your “best stuff” in Richie’s bathroom!”
“Ha ha!” came her husband’s response.
“And about the 80’s…” he smirked “You must be confusing me with Sambora or Bryan!”
Melody grinned and shook her head. “Nope, pretty sure I remember seeing a video clip on You Tube where you confirmed to a reporter that you’ve tried EVERYTHING!”
“Alright! Alright! I confess! Damm fans…” Jon rolled his eyes and wiggled the toes of his injured leg “You know, this actually feels better now! Thanks Mel!”
“Well, I’m glad I could help! You need to re wrap your leg now Jon.”
“Awww, can’t you do it for me?” he pouted “I am the injured patient after all!”
“Nope, a return demonstration is actually in order. I need to make sure you understood my discharge teaching!”
“Darling, you need to re read her T shirt!” chimed in Dorothea.
Jon sighed in defeat, sat up and wrapped his leg.
“There!” he gestured to his handy work “Satisfied?”
Both women grinned and nodded.
“Very nicely done!” complimented Melody “You just earned yourself a reward!”
“Oh yeah?” Jon smirked “And what will that be?”
Melody smiled and picked up the white plastic tube from the coffee table and handed it to Jon.
“What’s that?” Jon eyed the offered item suspiciously but took it from Mel.
“Its Lavender oil inhaler. Just sniff it few times when you need some help to relax. Make sure you keep it tightly closed and it will be good for a couple of months.”
“Aha, and what side effects should I expect from this treatment?”
Melody giggled “Jon, I was only kidding about the side effects. I would never use anything on you that might cause ANY side effects without your permission. I take the “do no harm” oath seriously! And then of course there is that issue of informed consent!”
Jon exhaled dramatically and made a show of wiping his brow.
Dorothea shook her head and faced Melody. “Seriously speaking, is there anything that could be used to “damper” someone’s sex drive? Without any side effects of course.”
“Why do you ask dear?” Jon sat up and looked concerned.
“Relax honey! I’m thinking of our two lovely teenagers!”
Melody laughed and shook her head “No, unfortunately, I am not familiar with any safe way of doing that! Though lately I wish there was something I could use!”
Seeing both Jon’s and Dorothea’s intrigued looks, she explained “I have a teen aged daughter myself, and believe me if something like that existed, I would’ve either added it to our high school’s water supply or sprayed it in the halls by now!”
Dorothea nodded and smiled “How old is your daughter Mel?”
“She is 15, going on 30!” grinned Mel “And she will be the death of me, but I love her dearly!”
“Why doesn’t her father lock her up in a high tower or at least threaten away the potential suitors like Jon does!”
Mel bit her lower lip and sighed “Her father is not involved, as a matter of fact, he is not even aware of Nicole’s existence.” she answered quietly.
The look that came over her face tugged at Dorothea’s heart. She got up from her seat and hugged the younger woman.
“Aw man! Am I missing some girl on girl action?” came from the doorway.
Both women turned to see grinning Richie.
Dorothea gave Mel a parting squeeze and sighed “Here comes the Big Bad Sambora to spoil our fun!”
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Chapter 12
Back in his room, Richie stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Not too bad for an old man. Shit! When did I get this old? I’m gonna be fifty fucking one tomorrow!!!
Sighing, he headed for the shower, stripping his shirt and scratching his chest. Inside the majestic in suite bathroom, done in grey marble and gold accents, he started the shower and undid his shorts. Removing his garments, climbing into the shower he let multiple massaging jets do their magic. His mind went back to the events of the last night.
The show was great. As great as only the show in your own back yard could get! Up until that damn encore. Jonny just had to show off his non existent dancing skills! Stupid man should just stick to what he does best- shake his ass and flirt with the girls. Speaking of the girls… Jonny’s leg injury did have the unexpected benefit: Melody! What was it about that girl that got to me? Cute little spitfire! Wouldn’t take any crap from us! Didn’t act like a typical fan, even though she did admit that she was a fan! I wonder how old she is… Shit! I hope she is not married or otherwise taken! Wait, I don’t remember seeing an engagement ring or a wedding ring on her finger. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing any rings on her fingers… Maybe it’s a ‘nurse’ thing. Maybe they are not allowed to wear any jewelry on their hands. And speaking of those hands… Maaaaann, they were so soft when she touched my wrist and wiped my face when I nearly passed out after seeing Jonny getting stuck with a needle. And what those hands were doing to me in the dream….
Thinking of the dream brought a certain part of his anatomy to a very awake state. With a sigh, he reached for the shower gel and the washcloth. Working up the lather, he soaped up his body paying the extra attention to his aching member. Dropping the wash cloth, he grabbed his cock and slid his soapy hand from root to tip. Moaning, he closed his eyes as his hand glided along his massive member. All he could think of was Melody, her smile, and her sparkling green eyes. Shaking his head, he concentrated on imaging Melody’s small hand wrapped around his rock hard cock, slowly sliding along its length, gently squeezing its generous girth. Keeping his eyes closed he lost himself in memories of his dream. His hands became her hands, slippery from the soap, only sped up his movements, as the waves of pleasure raced through his body culminating in his groin. As the building pressure surged, he threw his head back and grunted as his body released his seed and tension. Totally spent from his erotic daydream he leaned his head on the wall of the shower, reaching to turn the cold water tap on fuller he took several deep breaths as the now cold water cooled his overly warm body
Shit! I am way too old to be jerking off in the shower like a horny teenager…. I NEED to find me a woman!
Richie quickly finished his shower and wrapped a soft towel around his waist. Walking over to the vanity, he reached for his travel case and his shaving essentials.
Melody pulled her CRV to the ornate metal gate guarding the estate. She found the buzzer and pressed it. A small security camera came to life and zoomed in on Melody. Smiling she waved at the camera. The gate slowly opened, allowing Melody to follow the long driveway towards a majestic looking French Colonial estate. She parked her car on the side, grabbed her purse and a brown bag with the bottle of oil for Jon, and took a deep breath and headed towards the door. The door opened before she even reached it and smiling Dorothea stood in the doorway.
“Hi Melody, come on in!” she said, then took one look at Mel’s shirt and broke down in a fit of laughter. “Nice shirt! Lets hope it works!” she grinned at her.
Melody smiled and nodded “Every little bit should help.”
“You’ re right, especially with a stubborn ass like Jon!” the older woman nodded. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked “I just made a fresh pot for Jonny”
“Sure, thank you.”
Dorothea motioned for her to follow, and led her into a large sunny kitchen done up in soft honey maple, granite and stainless steel. She waved for Melody to sit down and sat a mug in front of her.
“How do you take your poison Mel?”
“Oh, just with sugar and milk.”
Dorothea grinned and fixed her coffee.
“Honey!” came a bellow from a distance “Where is my coffee? And who was it at the door?”
Dorothea shook her head and smiled at Melody “Your patient is awake and needy!”
“How is he? Is he in a lot of pain?” she asked slipping effortlessly into a professional mode.
“He claims he is fine. But he is driving us all up the wall, and off the deep end! I just might have to slip that Vicodan into his dinner tonight.”
“He hasn’t taken his meds?”
“He took the other one, but refuses to take the narcotic pain killer….”
Melody shook her head and sipped her coffee.
“Baaaaabbbyyyyyy!!!!! Coffeeeeeeeeee!!!! I’m dying here!” came from the distance.
“See what I’ve been dealing with all day?” sighed Dorothea getting up and grabbing a coffee mug.
Mel also got up “Maybe I should’ve brought a syringe loaded with some tranquilizer!” she grinned at Dorothea.
“That would be great! How strong do they make it? And how many can you get?”
“I don’t know” laughed Melody “We can check on line. I bet they have something in the wild game supplies! Something for the African Safari Hunt!”
“Yeah, I’ll take three rounds of elephant strength tranquilizer and one rifle please!” laughed Dorothea.
“You think one shot won’t be enough?” grinned Mel.
“You’re forgetting about the other two Stooges!” said Dorothea leading Mel into a large family room.
Melody stepped in and looked around. The room was warm and airy, done in soft beige and moss green tones and furnished with what looked to be soft and comfy brown leather sofas and arm chairs. Jon was sitting on one of those sofas. His left leg was elevated onto a coffee table, supported with a pillow, with a pair of crutches was laying on the floor next to him. Melody took a deep breath and approached him.
“Hello Jon! Remember me?”
He nodded in greeting, then took one look at Mel’s shirt, smirked and using his hands, moved his injured leg and lied down on his sofa.
Melody stopped and glanced at Dorothea, puzzled.
Dorothea grinned and pointed to the front of Mel’s shirt. There in large blue font over pink was written: “The person wearing this shirt is a Registered Nurse. Now lie down and do everything the nice nurse tells you to do!”
“Where did you get that shirt? And most importantly, do they make it with ‘wife’ instead of ‘nurse’?”
“I got it from a shop on Boardwalk in Atlantic City. And I’m sure they can make it with anything you want!”
“Good. I need two! One with ‘wife’ and the other one with ‘mom’!”
Not too bad for an old man. Shit! When did I get this old? I’m gonna be fifty fucking one tomorrow!!!
Sighing, he headed for the shower, stripping his shirt and scratching his chest. Inside the majestic in suite bathroom, done in grey marble and gold accents, he started the shower and undid his shorts. Removing his garments, climbing into the shower he let multiple massaging jets do their magic. His mind went back to the events of the last night.
The show was great. As great as only the show in your own back yard could get! Up until that damn encore. Jonny just had to show off his non existent dancing skills! Stupid man should just stick to what he does best- shake his ass and flirt with the girls. Speaking of the girls… Jonny’s leg injury did have the unexpected benefit: Melody! What was it about that girl that got to me? Cute little spitfire! Wouldn’t take any crap from us! Didn’t act like a typical fan, even though she did admit that she was a fan! I wonder how old she is… Shit! I hope she is not married or otherwise taken! Wait, I don’t remember seeing an engagement ring or a wedding ring on her finger. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing any rings on her fingers… Maybe it’s a ‘nurse’ thing. Maybe they are not allowed to wear any jewelry on their hands. And speaking of those hands… Maaaaann, they were so soft when she touched my wrist and wiped my face when I nearly passed out after seeing Jonny getting stuck with a needle. And what those hands were doing to me in the dream….
Thinking of the dream brought a certain part of his anatomy to a very awake state. With a sigh, he reached for the shower gel and the washcloth. Working up the lather, he soaped up his body paying the extra attention to his aching member. Dropping the wash cloth, he grabbed his cock and slid his soapy hand from root to tip. Moaning, he closed his eyes as his hand glided along his massive member. All he could think of was Melody, her smile, and her sparkling green eyes. Shaking his head, he concentrated on imaging Melody’s small hand wrapped around his rock hard cock, slowly sliding along its length, gently squeezing its generous girth. Keeping his eyes closed he lost himself in memories of his dream. His hands became her hands, slippery from the soap, only sped up his movements, as the waves of pleasure raced through his body culminating in his groin. As the building pressure surged, he threw his head back and grunted as his body released his seed and tension. Totally spent from his erotic daydream he leaned his head on the wall of the shower, reaching to turn the cold water tap on fuller he took several deep breaths as the now cold water cooled his overly warm body
Shit! I am way too old to be jerking off in the shower like a horny teenager…. I NEED to find me a woman!
Richie quickly finished his shower and wrapped a soft towel around his waist. Walking over to the vanity, he reached for his travel case and his shaving essentials.
Melody pulled her CRV to the ornate metal gate guarding the estate. She found the buzzer and pressed it. A small security camera came to life and zoomed in on Melody. Smiling she waved at the camera. The gate slowly opened, allowing Melody to follow the long driveway towards a majestic looking French Colonial estate. She parked her car on the side, grabbed her purse and a brown bag with the bottle of oil for Jon, and took a deep breath and headed towards the door. The door opened before she even reached it and smiling Dorothea stood in the doorway.
“Hi Melody, come on in!” she said, then took one look at Mel’s shirt and broke down in a fit of laughter. “Nice shirt! Lets hope it works!” she grinned at her.
Melody smiled and nodded “Every little bit should help.”
“You’ re right, especially with a stubborn ass like Jon!” the older woman nodded. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked “I just made a fresh pot for Jonny”
“Sure, thank you.”
Dorothea motioned for her to follow, and led her into a large sunny kitchen done up in soft honey maple, granite and stainless steel. She waved for Melody to sit down and sat a mug in front of her.
“How do you take your poison Mel?”
“Oh, just with sugar and milk.”
Dorothea grinned and fixed her coffee.
“Honey!” came a bellow from a distance “Where is my coffee? And who was it at the door?”
Dorothea shook her head and smiled at Melody “Your patient is awake and needy!”
“How is he? Is he in a lot of pain?” she asked slipping effortlessly into a professional mode.
“He claims he is fine. But he is driving us all up the wall, and off the deep end! I just might have to slip that Vicodan into his dinner tonight.”
“He hasn’t taken his meds?”
“He took the other one, but refuses to take the narcotic pain killer….”
Melody shook her head and sipped her coffee.
“Baaaaabbbyyyyyy!!!!! Coffeeeeeeeeee!!!! I’m dying here!” came from the distance.
“See what I’ve been dealing with all day?” sighed Dorothea getting up and grabbing a coffee mug.
Mel also got up “Maybe I should’ve brought a syringe loaded with some tranquilizer!” she grinned at Dorothea.
“That would be great! How strong do they make it? And how many can you get?”
“I don’t know” laughed Melody “We can check on line. I bet they have something in the wild game supplies! Something for the African Safari Hunt!”
“Yeah, I’ll take three rounds of elephant strength tranquilizer and one rifle please!” laughed Dorothea.
“You think one shot won’t be enough?” grinned Mel.
“You’re forgetting about the other two Stooges!” said Dorothea leading Mel into a large family room.
Melody stepped in and looked around. The room was warm and airy, done in soft beige and moss green tones and furnished with what looked to be soft and comfy brown leather sofas and arm chairs. Jon was sitting on one of those sofas. His left leg was elevated onto a coffee table, supported with a pillow, with a pair of crutches was laying on the floor next to him. Melody took a deep breath and approached him.
“Hello Jon! Remember me?”
He nodded in greeting, then took one look at Mel’s shirt, smirked and using his hands, moved his injured leg and lied down on his sofa.
Melody stopped and glanced at Dorothea, puzzled.
Dorothea grinned and pointed to the front of Mel’s shirt. There in large blue font over pink was written: “The person wearing this shirt is a Registered Nurse. Now lie down and do everything the nice nurse tells you to do!”
“Where did you get that shirt? And most importantly, do they make it with ‘wife’ instead of ‘nurse’?”
“I got it from a shop on Boardwalk in Atlantic City. And I’m sure they can make it with anything you want!”
“Good. I need two! One with ‘wife’ and the other one with ‘mom’!”
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Chapter 11
Dorothea was standing at her kitchen counter, fixing what seemed to be Jon’s fifth or even sixth cup of coffee of the day.
Stupid, stubborn man. Why couldn’t he just take his Vicodin and pass out. Did he really think that she did not notice him grinding his trade mark teeth in pain. Nooo, he just has to rough it out and in the process drive the rest of the people around him insane! Men!!!! How could the Almighty create such stubborn, stupid, maladapted creatures that preferred to exist in a state of denial?
The noise of descending footsteps brought her out of her revere.
And speaking of denial….
“Hello Richie. I see you’ve decided to emerge from your hibernation den and grace us with your company!” she grinned and pulled another mug off the shelf, quickly filling it up with the hot, dark liquid salvation and pushing it across the counter to the grumpy looking guitarist.
“I didn’t ‘decide’!” He grumbled. “Your husband made that ‘decision’ for me as always! And speaking of the asshole, where is his ‘Royal Pain In My Ass‘? “
“In bed, where I left him. Or he better be if he wants to be able to use his other leg!” She smirked “But I guess he was still able to reach his cell!”
“Humph” he nodded inhaling the heavenly aroma of the freshly brewed coffee.
“So, what are your plans for tonight?” she asked him.
“Depends on what your husband’s plans for me are.”
“Well, those could be rearranged…”
She was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She frowned at the unfamiliar number, but pushed the button.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Dorothea?”
“Yes” came a cautious answer.
“Hi, this is Melody, the nurse who took care of your husband last night. You asked me to look into complementary medicine treatments for his injury.”
“Of course! Hello Melody! How are you?” Out of corner of her eye Dorothea noticed Richie sitting up and paying attention to her phone conversation and smiled to herself.
Deny all you want Richie! But after all of these years, I know when you’re interested in a girl!
“I’m great, thanks! Listen, I followed on my hunches and did some research. Turns out there are some Essential Oils that could help expedite the healing of the injured muscles.”
“Fantastic! I knew you’d come through for us! Now, what’s the next step? Where can we get those oils?”
“Well, actually… I have these oils in my collection. I can make the blend for you and teach you how to use it.”
“Melody, you’re a life saver! Jonny is leaving tomorrow morning for the next tour stop. Would you be able to stop by tonight before your shift or tomorrow morning?”
“Actually, I’m not working tonight. I was planning on getting something to eat later tonight. I can stop by on my way. How does six o’clock sound? I just need your address.”
“Six o’clock sounds perfect. We live in Rumson. On the Riverview Drive…” she proceeded to give Mel the driving directions and hung up. Turning to face Richie, she gave him a head to toe look and smirked.
“What?” he huffed.
“Melody will be here in under two hours… you might want to take a shower and change…” she winked at him, took Jon’s coffee mug and went upstairs, leaving shocked Richie staring in her wake.
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After hanging up with Dorothea, Melody busied herself preparing the oil blend for Jon. She lined her kitchen table with a layer of aluminum foil and paper towels to protect it from potential spills, and set her supplies on top of it. Carefully measuring the carrier oil, she counted the drops and blended in the Essential Oils in her glass beaker, transferring the resulting compound into a large cobalt blue glass bottle. Satisfied that the screw on dropper top was tight, she labeled the bottle and put away the oils. Then with a smirk on her face, Mel reached for the Lavender oil and made a sniffer. Putting the remaining supplies away, she cleaned her kitchen counter top and stretched. Glancing at her watch Melody sighed.
Five o’clock, I better start getting dressed. Shit! What should I wear? What does one wear to visit a Rock Star at his house?
Walking into her bedroom and opening the closet she stared at her options. She pulled on a favorite pair of jeans and perused her choices of shirts. Spotting a flash of pink, she grinned and pulled it off its hanger.
Perfect! If anything, this should get a laugh out of the Rock Star! Hmmm, I wonder if Richie will be there….
Stupid, stubborn man. Why couldn’t he just take his Vicodin and pass out. Did he really think that she did not notice him grinding his trade mark teeth in pain. Nooo, he just has to rough it out and in the process drive the rest of the people around him insane! Men!!!! How could the Almighty create such stubborn, stupid, maladapted creatures that preferred to exist in a state of denial?
The noise of descending footsteps brought her out of her revere.
And speaking of denial….
“Hello Richie. I see you’ve decided to emerge from your hibernation den and grace us with your company!” she grinned and pulled another mug off the shelf, quickly filling it up with the hot, dark liquid salvation and pushing it across the counter to the grumpy looking guitarist.
“I didn’t ‘decide’!” He grumbled. “Your husband made that ‘decision’ for me as always! And speaking of the asshole, where is his ‘Royal Pain In My Ass‘? “
“In bed, where I left him. Or he better be if he wants to be able to use his other leg!” She smirked “But I guess he was still able to reach his cell!”
“Humph” he nodded inhaling the heavenly aroma of the freshly brewed coffee.
“So, what are your plans for tonight?” she asked him.
“Depends on what your husband’s plans for me are.”
“Well, those could be rearranged…”
She was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She frowned at the unfamiliar number, but pushed the button.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Dorothea?”
“Yes” came a cautious answer.
“Hi, this is Melody, the nurse who took care of your husband last night. You asked me to look into complementary medicine treatments for his injury.”
“Of course! Hello Melody! How are you?” Out of corner of her eye Dorothea noticed Richie sitting up and paying attention to her phone conversation and smiled to herself.
Deny all you want Richie! But after all of these years, I know when you’re interested in a girl!
“I’m great, thanks! Listen, I followed on my hunches and did some research. Turns out there are some Essential Oils that could help expedite the healing of the injured muscles.”
“Fantastic! I knew you’d come through for us! Now, what’s the next step? Where can we get those oils?”
“Well, actually… I have these oils in my collection. I can make the blend for you and teach you how to use it.”
“Melody, you’re a life saver! Jonny is leaving tomorrow morning for the next tour stop. Would you be able to stop by tonight before your shift or tomorrow morning?”
“Actually, I’m not working tonight. I was planning on getting something to eat later tonight. I can stop by on my way. How does six o’clock sound? I just need your address.”
“Six o’clock sounds perfect. We live in Rumson. On the Riverview Drive…” she proceeded to give Mel the driving directions and hung up. Turning to face Richie, she gave him a head to toe look and smirked.
“What?” he huffed.
“Melody will be here in under two hours… you might want to take a shower and change…” she winked at him, took Jon’s coffee mug and went upstairs, leaving shocked Richie staring in her wake.
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After hanging up with Dorothea, Melody busied herself preparing the oil blend for Jon. She lined her kitchen table with a layer of aluminum foil and paper towels to protect it from potential spills, and set her supplies on top of it. Carefully measuring the carrier oil, she counted the drops and blended in the Essential Oils in her glass beaker, transferring the resulting compound into a large cobalt blue glass bottle. Satisfied that the screw on dropper top was tight, she labeled the bottle and put away the oils. Then with a smirk on her face, Mel reached for the Lavender oil and made a sniffer. Putting the remaining supplies away, she cleaned her kitchen counter top and stretched. Glancing at her watch Melody sighed.
Five o’clock, I better start getting dressed. Shit! What should I wear? What does one wear to visit a Rock Star at his house?
Walking into her bedroom and opening the closet she stared at her options. She pulled on a favorite pair of jeans and perused her choices of shirts. Spotting a flash of pink, she grinned and pulled it off its hanger.
Perfect! If anything, this should get a laugh out of the Rock Star! Hmmm, I wonder if Richie will be there….
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Chapter 10
The rest of the night shift flew by in a split second. Melody busied herself with mundane tasks of re stocking the unit and working on the next staffing grid. Finally, the morning shift arrived and relieved Mel of her duties. Grabbing her purse out of her locker and her lunch bag out of the fridge, Mel headed to the employee parking lot. Getting in her CRV, she started the car and groaned as “Father Time” blasted from the speakers. Reaching for the car stereo she switched it to the local Jersey shore rock station. She sighed happily as the news report was in progress. Easing her car out of the parking lot, she started her drive home. Short time later she pulled into her garage and walked up the four steps to her front door. Before she could even pull her keys out, the door swung open and she was pulled into a crushing embrace. Dropping her bags on the floor of the wrap-around porch Melody returned the hug.
“Mom! You’re home!!! I missed you!”
Green eyes met hazel and sparkled with unconditional love. Placing a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, Melody struggled to free herself from the eager teen.
“Nic…Nicole! Let me go please pumpkin! You are crushing me!” she laughed.
Nicole released her mom and stepped aside so she could enter. Grabbing her bags, Melody went inside and headed for the kitchen. Dropping her bags on the counter, she surveyed the controlled chaos.
“Mom, you want tea or juice with your breakfast?” she heard.
“Juice please pumpkin, and thank you! And what do I owe for this treat?’ she asked shaking her head in disbelieve.
“Well, you were so upset last night at missing the concert, I thought I’d make you pancakes to cheer you up….and remind you that you did promise that I can go to Sandy’s house for the weekend!”
“Ahhh, and here I thought this was out of pure love for your mother!” she gently teased Nicole.
“Remind me again why I said yes?”
“Because they have the huge new pool, that’s why! And because her mom invited me!”
“OK, OK, just please clean up the kitchen before you go” laughed Mel sitting down in front a of a plate of slightly burnt pancakes.
Soon, the breakfast was finished, kitchen was cleaned, and Nicole was picked up by Sandy’s mom. Sighing at the welcomed peace and quiet, Mel headed for her bedroom. Slipping out of her scrubs and undergarments she pulled on her favorite sleep shirt and passed out in the comfort of cool sheets.
She woke up about 5 hours later. Stretching and yawning, she set up and focused her bleary eyes on the nearest object and groaned. Standing on her bedside stand was the framed 8x10 picture of Bon Jovi with four silver signatures that she won last year in the Hospital’s fund raiser. Memories of last night flooded her mind. Shaking her head Melody climbed out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Half an hour later, shower and all the morning rituals taken care of, she settled in front of her computer with a mug full of steaming hazelnut coffee and a legal pad. For the next hour she surfed through the Birch Tree and Rose Mountain Herbs data bases, reading and writing down the information that might help her patient. Before turning off the computer, she couldn’t resist logging into the Back Stage and checking out the review of last nights concert, wincing at the pictures of Jon in pain and being helped off the stage. After reviewing her notes, Melody reached for her dog-eared copy of Essential Oils Encyclopedia and checked and cross referenced every ingredient. Satisfied that the information was confirmed and that the components were safe, reached for the card that Dorothea gave her and froze.
Jesus, I’m about to call Jon Bon Jovi’s house! Wait a second, I HAVE Jon Bon Jovi’s home phone number. The girls on the boards would kill for those numbers! O my God, which number should I call? What if they’re still sleeping? No, wait, Dorothea is probably up. With four kids how can she not be awake!
Shaking her head she reached for her cell and dialed the number for Dorothea’s cell phone.
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He was having a fantastic dream. Melody was in his arms, moaning as he kissed every inch of her skin showing from under the pink scrubs. Moving to her neck, he licked and kissed his way down to the V of her scrub top. Looking into her emerald eyes he saw no objection. Grinning he reached for the bottom hem of the garment and slowly pulled it over her head. Melody raised her arms to aid him and smiled seductively. He growled and kissed the smile off her face. Feeling her lips give in and open for him, he sent his tongue in to explore the cavern of her delicious mouth. Her tongue met his and joined in the timeless dance. She pressed her body into his and looped her arms around his neck. Encouraged by her reaction, he reached down and slowly untied the scrub pants, pushing them gently down over her hips. She stepped out of the pile of pink cotton at her feet and stood in front of him. All that stood between him an her skin was two scraps of pink lace. Melody looked in to his eyes as she unhooked her bra behind her back and let it fall to the floor. He groaned and reached down to capture the pink pearl at the tip of her breast into his mouth. She moaned and cupped him through the denim. He moved over to her other breast and lavished it with the same attention. She was trembling in his arms. He bent down to pick her up and placed her gently in the middle of his bed. Stretching alongside of her body he reached for her lacy bikini and started to pull it off. Suddenly a very loud and annoying sound went off in his left ear.
Richie opened his eyes, looked at his cell phone and cringed.
Four fucking pm! Damn it! What the fuck does he want now?
“What!” he groaned
“Wake up asshole! We have things to do!” he heard Jon’s voice coming through the cell.
“Listen Frank, just because you’re in pain and can’t sleep, doesn’t mean that I have to suffer!” he barked back.
“Sure it does!” came back through the phone before Jon hung up.
Slamming the phone on his bed, Richie stretched and groaned at the aching and cracking that caused. Looking down at his “morning wood”, he grinned remembering the dream that caused it. Then his anger at Jon flared up again.
Damn Frank! He just had to ruin the best dream I had lately! Shit! Just look at me! Reduced to dreaming about it instead of getting it! Pathetic, that’s what I’ve become…
Running his hand through his hair, he got up and pulled his shorts and shirt on before leaving his room and heading downstairs.
“Mom! You’re home!!! I missed you!”
Green eyes met hazel and sparkled with unconditional love. Placing a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, Melody struggled to free herself from the eager teen.
“Nic…Nicole! Let me go please pumpkin! You are crushing me!” she laughed.
Nicole released her mom and stepped aside so she could enter. Grabbing her bags, Melody went inside and headed for the kitchen. Dropping her bags on the counter, she surveyed the controlled chaos.
“Mom, you want tea or juice with your breakfast?” she heard.
“Juice please pumpkin, and thank you! And what do I owe for this treat?’ she asked shaking her head in disbelieve.
“Well, you were so upset last night at missing the concert, I thought I’d make you pancakes to cheer you up….and remind you that you did promise that I can go to Sandy’s house for the weekend!”
“Ahhh, and here I thought this was out of pure love for your mother!” she gently teased Nicole.
“Remind me again why I said yes?”
“Because they have the huge new pool, that’s why! And because her mom invited me!”
“OK, OK, just please clean up the kitchen before you go” laughed Mel sitting down in front a of a plate of slightly burnt pancakes.
Soon, the breakfast was finished, kitchen was cleaned, and Nicole was picked up by Sandy’s mom. Sighing at the welcomed peace and quiet, Mel headed for her bedroom. Slipping out of her scrubs and undergarments she pulled on her favorite sleep shirt and passed out in the comfort of cool sheets.
She woke up about 5 hours later. Stretching and yawning, she set up and focused her bleary eyes on the nearest object and groaned. Standing on her bedside stand was the framed 8x10 picture of Bon Jovi with four silver signatures that she won last year in the Hospital’s fund raiser. Memories of last night flooded her mind. Shaking her head Melody climbed out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Half an hour later, shower and all the morning rituals taken care of, she settled in front of her computer with a mug full of steaming hazelnut coffee and a legal pad. For the next hour she surfed through the Birch Tree and Rose Mountain Herbs data bases, reading and writing down the information that might help her patient. Before turning off the computer, she couldn’t resist logging into the Back Stage and checking out the review of last nights concert, wincing at the pictures of Jon in pain and being helped off the stage. After reviewing her notes, Melody reached for her dog-eared copy of Essential Oils Encyclopedia and checked and cross referenced every ingredient. Satisfied that the information was confirmed and that the components were safe, reached for the card that Dorothea gave her and froze.
Jesus, I’m about to call Jon Bon Jovi’s house! Wait a second, I HAVE Jon Bon Jovi’s home phone number. The girls on the boards would kill for those numbers! O my God, which number should I call? What if they’re still sleeping? No, wait, Dorothea is probably up. With four kids how can she not be awake!
Shaking her head she reached for her cell and dialed the number for Dorothea’s cell phone.
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He was having a fantastic dream. Melody was in his arms, moaning as he kissed every inch of her skin showing from under the pink scrubs. Moving to her neck, he licked and kissed his way down to the V of her scrub top. Looking into her emerald eyes he saw no objection. Grinning he reached for the bottom hem of the garment and slowly pulled it over her head. Melody raised her arms to aid him and smiled seductively. He growled and kissed the smile off her face. Feeling her lips give in and open for him, he sent his tongue in to explore the cavern of her delicious mouth. Her tongue met his and joined in the timeless dance. She pressed her body into his and looped her arms around his neck. Encouraged by her reaction, he reached down and slowly untied the scrub pants, pushing them gently down over her hips. She stepped out of the pile of pink cotton at her feet and stood in front of him. All that stood between him an her skin was two scraps of pink lace. Melody looked in to his eyes as she unhooked her bra behind her back and let it fall to the floor. He groaned and reached down to capture the pink pearl at the tip of her breast into his mouth. She moaned and cupped him through the denim. He moved over to her other breast and lavished it with the same attention. She was trembling in his arms. He bent down to pick her up and placed her gently in the middle of his bed. Stretching alongside of her body he reached for her lacy bikini and started to pull it off. Suddenly a very loud and annoying sound went off in his left ear.
Richie opened his eyes, looked at his cell phone and cringed.
Four fucking pm! Damn it! What the fuck does he want now?
“What!” he groaned
“Wake up asshole! We have things to do!” he heard Jon’s voice coming through the cell.
“Listen Frank, just because you’re in pain and can’t sleep, doesn’t mean that I have to suffer!” he barked back.
“Sure it does!” came back through the phone before Jon hung up.
Slamming the phone on his bed, Richie stretched and groaned at the aching and cracking that caused. Looking down at his “morning wood”, he grinned remembering the dream that caused it. Then his anger at Jon flared up again.
Damn Frank! He just had to ruin the best dream I had lately! Shit! Just look at me! Reduced to dreaming about it instead of getting it! Pathetic, that’s what I’ve become…
Running his hand through his hair, he got up and pulled his shorts and shirt on before leaving his room and heading downstairs.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Chapter 9
Melody carefully attached the scripts to the clipboard before placing it on the counter. Taking a deep breath she put a smile on her face and turned to face the other four people in the room.
“So, Mel, do you have a Voodoo spell to fix my leg?” smirked Jon.
“I wish it was that easy!” she sighed.
“Melody, what do you know about the Alternative Medicine?” asked Dorothea.
“Well, I am certified in Holistic Nursing, Essential Oils applications, and I am a Level One Reiki Practitioner. But I’m not a miracle worker, and I cannot promise you a cure or an instant recovery.”
“But is there something you can think of trying that might help expedite the recovery?” Dorothea gently probed.
“Actually there might be some essential oils that might help. I remember reading about it in my course work. But before I get your hope up, I’d like to do a bit of research on it.”
“Of course!” agreed Dorothea.
“In the mean time” Continued Mel “Let me get your leg wrapped up and set you up with a set of crutches. Fred will measure you up and teach you how to walk with them safely.”
Turning around, Melody looked through the supply bins on the shelves along the wall. She found what she was looking for and returned to her patient.
“OK Jon, I am going to wrap your leg with this Ace bandage. Pay attention to how I do it, so you will be able to do it yourself.”
Jon nodded and set up.
“OK, Fred is going to elevate your leg while I wrap it. This will probably hurt a bit, sorry about that.”
Seeing Jon’s nod of consent, Melody swiftly wrapped his leg up and gently set it back down on the stretcher.
“How does that feel?”
“Tight” said Jon through gritted teeth.
“Good, it supposed to be tight. Can you move your toes for me?” Melody smiled at him as he complied.
“Excellent, but if at any point they get tingly, you will have to remove the bandage and rewrap your leg.”
Both Dorothea and Jon nodded.
“This is part of the R.I.C.E. regimen that you will have to stick to for the next week or so”
“Rice?” laughed David “Mel, he is Italian! He lives on pasta, unless he is stuffing himself with Sushi!”
Melody laughed, shaking her head. “R.I.C.E. stands for Rest-Ice-Compression-Elevation! And speaking of Elevation” she handed Jon a plastic package. “These are heel pads. Put them in your shoes when your are walking. It will shorten your calf muscles and minimize stress on them.”
“Dude, you didn’t have to bust your leg to become taller!” snickered Richie “All you had to do was buy the damned lifts!”
He was rewarded with a “Jersey salute”
Melody shook her head and handed Dorothea the prescriptions. “These are for Vicodin and Mobic. Mobic is like an industrial strength Advil. You will take it once a day for two weeks. The Vicodin is for pain. It is a narcotic, so do not drink alcoholic beverages if you are taking it! Not even a glass of wine to wash down a sleeping pill…which you should not be doing anyway!”
She smiled at Jon’s shocked face and went on. “Take one, or two pills at a time, depending on how bad the pain is. You can take Vicodin every 6-8 hours, as needed for pain. Any questions so far?”
Jon shook his head.
“Good, stay off your left leg as much as possible. When you are not moving around, keep your leg elevated and iced. When are you leaving for the Saratoga Springs?”
Rolling her eyes at their questioning expressions, she smiled “Aw come on! You already figured out that I’m a fan!”
“Actually, I’m glad that you’re a fan.” Smirked Dorothea. “That means you will really try to find something that might help Jon” She clarified to answer the puzzled looks directed at her.
Melody laughed and nodded her head “I’ll do my best. After all, it would be in my best interest to get the Humpty Dumpty back up on his wall! I have a ticket for the Gillette show!”
All three men smiled and nodded. A brief thoughtful expression behind Richie’s smile went unnoticed by almost everyone in the room, except for one brown eyed woman…
The next hour went by quickly. Jon entertained his friends with his clumsy attempts to walk with crutches, supervised by Fred. Melody was busy with computer, filing the discharge teaching and summary. Once Fred announced that he is satisfied with Jon’s progress, Mel handed the discharge paperwork to Dorothea along with her business card and a promise to call with the results of her research. Jon was bullied into a wheelchair and taken out by Fred to the rowdy welcome of the entourage in the waiting room.
When she was certain that the waiting room was empty, Mel came out of the trauma room so the cleaning crew could re set it back, and collapsed into an uncomfortable chair in the lounge. She tried to think and process the events of the shift. Everything felt unreal. The only solid proof of the encounter was the small business card in her pocket that had “Dorothea Bongiovi” printed on it in delicate font, followed by three phone numbers with 212, 732, and 609 area codes.
“So, Mel, do you have a Voodoo spell to fix my leg?” smirked Jon.
“I wish it was that easy!” she sighed.
“Melody, what do you know about the Alternative Medicine?” asked Dorothea.
“Well, I am certified in Holistic Nursing, Essential Oils applications, and I am a Level One Reiki Practitioner. But I’m not a miracle worker, and I cannot promise you a cure or an instant recovery.”
“But is there something you can think of trying that might help expedite the recovery?” Dorothea gently probed.
“Actually there might be some essential oils that might help. I remember reading about it in my course work. But before I get your hope up, I’d like to do a bit of research on it.”
“Of course!” agreed Dorothea.
“In the mean time” Continued Mel “Let me get your leg wrapped up and set you up with a set of crutches. Fred will measure you up and teach you how to walk with them safely.”
Turning around, Melody looked through the supply bins on the shelves along the wall. She found what she was looking for and returned to her patient.
“OK Jon, I am going to wrap your leg with this Ace bandage. Pay attention to how I do it, so you will be able to do it yourself.”
Jon nodded and set up.
“OK, Fred is going to elevate your leg while I wrap it. This will probably hurt a bit, sorry about that.”
Seeing Jon’s nod of consent, Melody swiftly wrapped his leg up and gently set it back down on the stretcher.
“How does that feel?”
“Tight” said Jon through gritted teeth.
“Good, it supposed to be tight. Can you move your toes for me?” Melody smiled at him as he complied.
“Excellent, but if at any point they get tingly, you will have to remove the bandage and rewrap your leg.”
Both Dorothea and Jon nodded.
“This is part of the R.I.C.E. regimen that you will have to stick to for the next week or so”
“Rice?” laughed David “Mel, he is Italian! He lives on pasta, unless he is stuffing himself with Sushi!”
Melody laughed, shaking her head. “R.I.C.E. stands for Rest-Ice-Compression-Elevation! And speaking of Elevation” she handed Jon a plastic package. “These are heel pads. Put them in your shoes when your are walking. It will shorten your calf muscles and minimize stress on them.”
“Dude, you didn’t have to bust your leg to become taller!” snickered Richie “All you had to do was buy the damned lifts!”
He was rewarded with a “Jersey salute”
Melody shook her head and handed Dorothea the prescriptions. “These are for Vicodin and Mobic. Mobic is like an industrial strength Advil. You will take it once a day for two weeks. The Vicodin is for pain. It is a narcotic, so do not drink alcoholic beverages if you are taking it! Not even a glass of wine to wash down a sleeping pill…which you should not be doing anyway!”
She smiled at Jon’s shocked face and went on. “Take one, or two pills at a time, depending on how bad the pain is. You can take Vicodin every 6-8 hours, as needed for pain. Any questions so far?”
Jon shook his head.
“Good, stay off your left leg as much as possible. When you are not moving around, keep your leg elevated and iced. When are you leaving for the Saratoga Springs?”
Rolling her eyes at their questioning expressions, she smiled “Aw come on! You already figured out that I’m a fan!”
“Actually, I’m glad that you’re a fan.” Smirked Dorothea. “That means you will really try to find something that might help Jon” She clarified to answer the puzzled looks directed at her.
Melody laughed and nodded her head “I’ll do my best. After all, it would be in my best interest to get the Humpty Dumpty back up on his wall! I have a ticket for the Gillette show!”
All three men smiled and nodded. A brief thoughtful expression behind Richie’s smile went unnoticed by almost everyone in the room, except for one brown eyed woman…
The next hour went by quickly. Jon entertained his friends with his clumsy attempts to walk with crutches, supervised by Fred. Melody was busy with computer, filing the discharge teaching and summary. Once Fred announced that he is satisfied with Jon’s progress, Mel handed the discharge paperwork to Dorothea along with her business card and a promise to call with the results of her research. Jon was bullied into a wheelchair and taken out by Fred to the rowdy welcome of the entourage in the waiting room.
When she was certain that the waiting room was empty, Mel came out of the trauma room so the cleaning crew could re set it back, and collapsed into an uncomfortable chair in the lounge. She tried to think and process the events of the shift. Everything felt unreal. The only solid proof of the encounter was the small business card in her pocket that had “Dorothea Bongiovi” printed on it in delicate font, followed by three phone numbers with 212, 732, and 609 area codes.
Chapter 8
A knock on the door got everyone’s attention as Dr. Arroyo entered the room with a clipboard in his hands.
“Well, Mr. Bongiovi, it seems that you…” He stopped in mid sentence as he noticed Dorothea.
“O, hi Doc! This is my wife Dorothea.” Jon once again made the introduction.
“Well, then.” said Dr. Arroyo, shaking Dorothea’s hand “Where was I? O yes, here we are. Mr. Bongiovi, I’ve reviewed the MRI with Dr. Alonzo, our radiologist, and I’m certain that you’ve managed to tear most of your left Gastrocnemius muscle.” Noticing a blank stare from his patient, he smiled and went on. “What I’m trying to say is that you tore most of your left calf muscle.”
Jon winced and nodded. “OK, so now what? Do I need surgery or will it just heal by itself?”
“Well, your injury does not need surgery. But you will need to rest your leg for few weeks while it heals. Also, you need ice packs for the next 24 hours to keep the swelling down and a compression dressing. I‘ll give you a script for some pain medications and some anti inflammatory meds that will also help with reducing the inflammation in the tissue and decrease the swelling and pain. Melody will wrap your leg and give you discharge instructions. Also, you might want to follow up with a “sports medicine” specialist. This is the kind of injury that they deal with every day.”
“Uhmmm, doctor!” Dorothea chimed in “I think you will have to define the meaning of “resting the leg” for my husband! He is not familiar with that concept!”
“Well, Mr.Bongiovi, when I say rest that leg, I mean no weight bearing on it for few weeks. You will have to use crutches while walking, or a wheel chair if you prefer.” He smiled at his patient.
“Uhmm, Doc, do you know what I do for a living?” asked Jon.
“You are a singer. Right?”
“Yeah! I am.”
“Well, can’t you sing sitting down?”
Jon threw his head back and laughed at the older man briefly, then got serious. “No!”
Seeing his puzzled look, he smirked “No one is sitting down during our shows!”
“Oh, what about your audience?”
“They are all up on their feet, dancing, jumping, screaming, and singing with us!” Jon said proudly.
“I see. That must be some show!”
“You have no idea!” chuckled Mel. Then looked sheepishly at the three grinning men and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, in that case, Mr. Bongiovi, you should take off about a month and let your leg heal.”
“Uhmm, Doc, we are in the middle of an 18 month long tour. I can’t just take a break!” Jon ran his right hand through his hair and went on “I got twelve more shows to play before I can take a break! You gotta understand Doc, I can’t just cancel twelve sold out shows! Hundreds of thousands of fans will be disappointed!”
“We are talking your health here! Surely Mr. Bongiovi, your health is more important to you then some disappointed fans! Don’t you have insurance for that sort of thing?”
“Yeah, sure! The insurance will cover most of the lost revenues, but it won’t do anything for the disappointment and fan dissatisfaction!” Pointed out Jon, as Dorothea took his hand, squeezed it, and looked at the doctor.
“Excuse me, Doctor Arroyo, was it?” she addressed the physician.
“Yes Mrs. Bongiovi?”
“Can we compromise somehow?” asked Dorothea.
“What do you mean “compromise”? “ asked the doctor.
“Well, if he stays off his leg between the shows, and only walks for the duration of the couple of hours on each show night, how much damage will he do to his leg?”
“Hey! I can’t stay off my leg between the shows! I have to travel, and I have work to do!” He objected sitting up abruptly and wincing in pain that the move caused.
“Shut up dear! I’m trying to help you here!” she glared at her husband. “If it allows you to prevent canceling the shows, you WILL walk on crutches! Don’t make me knock you out and make Matt wheel you around in a chair!”
He smile sheepishly at his wife an nodded. Then turned to snickering David and Richie and gave them the famous “stink eye”. “What are you laughing at assholes? I’ll just make you two do all the interviews!” he sneered.
“No you won’t!” said Richie “You’re too much of a control freak to do that!”
“No I’m NOT!”
“Yes YOU ARE!” came from both David and Richie.
“Quiet children!” Dorothea raised her voice above their quibbling, and stood up.
“Is there anything that we can do to speed up the recovery? You know, to enhance and promote the muscle healing? Some physical therapy? Exercises of some sorts?” she asked as she gently stretched her back before sitting down again. “Maybe some alternative medicine therapy? We have a chiropractor who travels with the band.”
“There is not that much that your chiropractor can do for you at this point. But if you are interested in alternative medicine, Melody here is your best bet! She is our resident authority on the complimentary therapies. And if you insist on walking during your shows, you most likely will not damage your leg any further…. As long as it’s wrapped. But you do understand that you will be in a considerable amount of pain?”
“I can handle the pain Doc!”
“If you insist Mr. Bongiovi!”
“I DO Doc!”
“Well, I’m not going to waste everyone’s time arguing with you Mr. Bongiovi! I gave you my recommendation and advice, what you decide to do is up to you!” He nodded to Melody and handed her two prescriptions. “Wrap him up and discharge him! And you have my blessing to try your Holistic Therapies if he is interested.”
He turned to leave the room, then stopped and nodded to his patient “Good luck with your tour Mr. Bongiovi! And have a good night!” He handed the clipboard to Mel and walked out of the room.
“Well, Mr. Bongiovi, it seems that you…” He stopped in mid sentence as he noticed Dorothea.
“O, hi Doc! This is my wife Dorothea.” Jon once again made the introduction.
“Well, then.” said Dr. Arroyo, shaking Dorothea’s hand “Where was I? O yes, here we are. Mr. Bongiovi, I’ve reviewed the MRI with Dr. Alonzo, our radiologist, and I’m certain that you’ve managed to tear most of your left Gastrocnemius muscle.” Noticing a blank stare from his patient, he smiled and went on. “What I’m trying to say is that you tore most of your left calf muscle.”
Jon winced and nodded. “OK, so now what? Do I need surgery or will it just heal by itself?”
“Well, your injury does not need surgery. But you will need to rest your leg for few weeks while it heals. Also, you need ice packs for the next 24 hours to keep the swelling down and a compression dressing. I‘ll give you a script for some pain medications and some anti inflammatory meds that will also help with reducing the inflammation in the tissue and decrease the swelling and pain. Melody will wrap your leg and give you discharge instructions. Also, you might want to follow up with a “sports medicine” specialist. This is the kind of injury that they deal with every day.”
“Uhmmm, doctor!” Dorothea chimed in “I think you will have to define the meaning of “resting the leg” for my husband! He is not familiar with that concept!”
“Well, Mr.Bongiovi, when I say rest that leg, I mean no weight bearing on it for few weeks. You will have to use crutches while walking, or a wheel chair if you prefer.” He smiled at his patient.
“Uhmm, Doc, do you know what I do for a living?” asked Jon.
“You are a singer. Right?”
“Yeah! I am.”
“Well, can’t you sing sitting down?”
Jon threw his head back and laughed at the older man briefly, then got serious. “No!”
Seeing his puzzled look, he smirked “No one is sitting down during our shows!”
“Oh, what about your audience?”
“They are all up on their feet, dancing, jumping, screaming, and singing with us!” Jon said proudly.
“I see. That must be some show!”
“You have no idea!” chuckled Mel. Then looked sheepishly at the three grinning men and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, in that case, Mr. Bongiovi, you should take off about a month and let your leg heal.”
“Uhmm, Doc, we are in the middle of an 18 month long tour. I can’t just take a break!” Jon ran his right hand through his hair and went on “I got twelve more shows to play before I can take a break! You gotta understand Doc, I can’t just cancel twelve sold out shows! Hundreds of thousands of fans will be disappointed!”
“We are talking your health here! Surely Mr. Bongiovi, your health is more important to you then some disappointed fans! Don’t you have insurance for that sort of thing?”
“Yeah, sure! The insurance will cover most of the lost revenues, but it won’t do anything for the disappointment and fan dissatisfaction!” Pointed out Jon, as Dorothea took his hand, squeezed it, and looked at the doctor.
“Excuse me, Doctor Arroyo, was it?” she addressed the physician.
“Yes Mrs. Bongiovi?”
“Can we compromise somehow?” asked Dorothea.
“What do you mean “compromise”? “ asked the doctor.
“Well, if he stays off his leg between the shows, and only walks for the duration of the couple of hours on each show night, how much damage will he do to his leg?”
“Hey! I can’t stay off my leg between the shows! I have to travel, and I have work to do!” He objected sitting up abruptly and wincing in pain that the move caused.
“Shut up dear! I’m trying to help you here!” she glared at her husband. “If it allows you to prevent canceling the shows, you WILL walk on crutches! Don’t make me knock you out and make Matt wheel you around in a chair!”
He smile sheepishly at his wife an nodded. Then turned to snickering David and Richie and gave them the famous “stink eye”. “What are you laughing at assholes? I’ll just make you two do all the interviews!” he sneered.
“No you won’t!” said Richie “You’re too much of a control freak to do that!”
“No I’m NOT!”
“Yes YOU ARE!” came from both David and Richie.
“Quiet children!” Dorothea raised her voice above their quibbling, and stood up.
“Is there anything that we can do to speed up the recovery? You know, to enhance and promote the muscle healing? Some physical therapy? Exercises of some sorts?” she asked as she gently stretched her back before sitting down again. “Maybe some alternative medicine therapy? We have a chiropractor who travels with the band.”
“There is not that much that your chiropractor can do for you at this point. But if you are interested in alternative medicine, Melody here is your best bet! She is our resident authority on the complimentary therapies. And if you insist on walking during your shows, you most likely will not damage your leg any further…. As long as it’s wrapped. But you do understand that you will be in a considerable amount of pain?”
“I can handle the pain Doc!”
“If you insist Mr. Bongiovi!”
“I DO Doc!”
“Well, I’m not going to waste everyone’s time arguing with you Mr. Bongiovi! I gave you my recommendation and advice, what you decide to do is up to you!” He nodded to Melody and handed her two prescriptions. “Wrap him up and discharge him! And you have my blessing to try your Holistic Therapies if he is interested.”
He turned to leave the room, then stopped and nodded to his patient “Good luck with your tour Mr. Bongiovi! And have a good night!” He handed the clipboard to Mel and walked out of the room.
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