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The orthopedic surgeon knelt in front examining my leg by running his hand down the side of my thigh, probing with his fingers, inducing pain. “The x-ray looked good. Your surgeon is a genius.”
Eventually your leg should be as good as new. Let’s see how you handle the crutches.”
“He’s been needing a crutch for a long time,” Carrie said, seated. She came to drive me home. “Let’s hope these work better than his recent crutches”.
The surgeon smiled.
I gave Carrie a look, picked up the crutches, hobbled out of the room, turned around in the hall and returned.
“I want you to keep the weight off that leg for a while so the bone can mend.” He gave me a prescription for the pain and scheduled a follow up appointment. “You’re a natural on those crutches,” Carrie said.
“I don’t think I’d b
