It was a deafening crash. If I had discovered that something had fallen through the floor that separates the second storey from the first, I would have not been surprised in the slightest. It was that loud.
To my horror, it was PC who I found splayed out at the bottom of the stairs. How he came to be there remains a mystery. Other than to say that stockinged feet and hard-wood floors were involved.
After 600 mgs of ibuprofin and 35 minutes of ice (“ice is nice“), PC — of his own volition — decided a trip to the ER was necessary.
Attending Doc: So can you tell me what your biggest area of concern is?
PC: Here…on my foot.
Attending Doc: Can you move your foot?
PC: Not well. It’s really painful when I do this (moving foot).
FrumeSarah: He has the most pain and difficulty with the dorsiflexion.
The attending stopped what he was doing, looked up at me, and said:
What are you??
FrumeSarah: Um…I’m a rabbi. Spend a lot of time in hospitals.
Attending Doc: You must pay a lot of attention. I’ll bet 2/3 of my residents wouldn’t know ‘dorsiflexion.’
Which made me feel rather proud of myself…if not just the slightest bit nervous when one of the residents came over to check on us.