Recently, I badly sprained my ankle. The doctor thought there might be a small fracture, so he asked me to use crutches and stay off my feet as much as possible over the weekend until the radiaologist could look at the x-rays on Monday. R was with me at this appointment, and he was intently listening to the doctor as he explained that I should keep my ankle wrapped, use the crutches, take ibuprofen, etc. The doctor asked if I had any questions, and I said no. R, however, interjected...
R (in his most serious voice)- "I have a few questions, doctor."
Doctor (with humor clearly in his eyes)- "yes?"
R- "Can my mom still take a shower?"
Doctor - "yes, yes, she can"
R- "Can my mom still change her pants? You have to stand on one foot to put your leg into your pants, you know."
Doctor - "Yes, I realize that. Yes, she can still change her pants."
R- "Can she still drive a car? We drove here today in our car."
Doctor - "Well, yes, she can drive you all home today."
R- "Can my mom cook this weekend?"
Doctor - "Well, I was hoping that your mom would stay off her feet this weekend, so no. No, your mom should not be up on her feet cooking this weekend."
R (with a slight tone of panic)- Oh, no. That is not good.
Yes, we did survive the weekend quite well. David and R did a great job taking care of me.
The Big Decision
10 years ago
