I sprained my ankle today. I was visiting a building with my dad when I missed the last step of a staircase (going down) and my ankle twisted. Ow!
Luckily there was a hospital nearby, and amazingly they had valet parking (Brian Regan’s bit be damned). Fast forwarding to the doctor’s consulation, he looked exactly like a former coworker (Chris L. for those in the know) and sounded like SNL’s Fred Armisen doing an old man character.
He sent me down to X-Ray, where there were a couple signs that said “please notify the technician if you are pregnant.” I felt obliged to tell her just that. I’m still not sure if she thought I was serious. (She asked when I was due, to which I had no witty retort.)Â After, I went back to my original room where I was given an aircast and scrip for some meds.
Coulda been worse.
> Coulda been worse.
Yeah, you could have found out you WERE pregnant.