Today I secured a referral to an orthopedic surgeon for my left trotter. The discomfort was somewhat less today, and it has steadily gotten better since I put it in a boot.
I did have to tell my story about a dozen times, and it got to the point that I considered putting out an all hands email to my work confederates to save my pipes the trouble. For reasons that I don't completely understand, my fellow humans seem to love a good medical story. In my case, they seem to even love a bad one.
Considering the mileage I've gotten out of a run of the mill walking fracture, I should probably invent some more creative potboiler with which to regale my fellow travellers.
I think it will start with, "So there I was eating a salad..."
I did have to tell my story about a dozen times, and it got to the point that I considered putting out an all hands email to my work confederates to save my pipes the trouble. For reasons that I don't completely understand, my fellow humans seem to love a good medical story. In my case, they seem to even love a bad one.
Considering the mileage I've gotten out of a run of the mill walking fracture, I should probably invent some more creative potboiler with which to regale my fellow travellers.
I think it will start with, "So there I was eating a salad..."
