I went to the ER yesterday to get my ankle checked. Luckily since I hurt it at work it was covered under worker's compensation (which is good because I only have a high-deductible health insurance plan that is pretty much useless unless I have a major health issue).
I don't have a lot of experience in hospitals, but it seemed like a pretty standard visit. My vitals were taken (I was happy to see that I have excellent blood pressure), and then I was wheeled down the hall in a wheelchair to wait for my X-rays. After a few quick X-rays, I waited a while longer to see the doctor and hear the verdict. While I was waiting, some paramedics brought a girl in on a backboard and put her on the bed next to me. They closed the curtain, so I couldn't see much, but I heard everything. She and her husband had hit a patch of ice on the highway and slid into a stopped car on the side of the road. I think she was mostly okay, but I don't know how her husband fared.
Finally the doctor came and told me that I had not broken anything and that it was just a sprain, so I should be back on my feet in a few days and everything should be back to normal in about two weeks. I had been imagining all the worst scenarios, so I was glad to hear that it was just a sprain.
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Hopefully you can still drive. You would hate to have a lost time injury. It could really impact your future as a bus driver....
Remember when you came to visit me in Alaska when I had the sprained ankle? That was still the most painful thing I've ever done to myself, but I still like the image of me hobbling around Denali National Park on crutches.
I remember going to Alaska, but somehow I don't remember you being physically impaired in any way. Speaking of hobbling around huge mountains on crutches, there was a story on NPR yesterday about a 13 year old kid who was born without a right leg and just finished climbing to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro on crutches as part of a fund raiser to buy wheelchairs for 1000 people in Tanzania, not to make you feel inferior or anything...
Actually, thinking back on Alaska, some of my more vivid memories include when I tried speaking to the Brazilian people in Spanish and couldn't figure out why they didn't seem to understand me very well until you reminded me that in Brazil they speak Portuguese. I also remember being quite impressed with how the tour bus driver deftly maneuvered around those curves on the narrow dirt road...
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