BarbC
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You know how when someone gets pulled over for a DUI, he's asked, "How much have you had to drink?" and they always reply, "Just two beers" no matter how stinking drunk they are?
Saturday morning, I fell on the stairs while vacuuming and crashed into the banister. I thought I might have broken my arm because it's sore and swollen on the forearm, but I was afraid to find out because I didn't want a cast to ruin the rest of shooting season. I iced it down but it still hurt so after hemming & hawing, I finally went to the emergency room yesterday just to be on the safe side. (Fortunately, the x-rays came back negative.)
The nurse who entered my history into the computer has a list of questions, e.g. medications, surgeries, etc., and came to the question, "How much do you weigh?" Before I could respond, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "135?"
HAH! I have finally found out the ER equivalent to the infamous "two beers"!
I realized I didn't have to actually incriminate myself without being threatened with the scale test but I did give him an answer slightly closer to reality.
When he went on to interview the next woman patient, I heard him ask her the same thing and even though she was in pain, she was lucid enough not to incriminate herself either because upon hearing her estimate, I thought "No way."
Two beers and 135 pounds. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Saturday morning, I fell on the stairs while vacuuming and crashed into the banister. I thought I might have broken my arm because it's sore and swollen on the forearm, but I was afraid to find out because I didn't want a cast to ruin the rest of shooting season. I iced it down but it still hurt so after hemming & hawing, I finally went to the emergency room yesterday just to be on the safe side. (Fortunately, the x-rays came back negative.)
The nurse who entered my history into the computer has a list of questions, e.g. medications, surgeries, etc., and came to the question, "How much do you weigh?" Before I could respond, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, "135?"
HAH! I have finally found out the ER equivalent to the infamous "two beers"!
I realized I didn't have to actually incriminate myself without being threatened with the scale test but I did give him an answer slightly closer to reality.
When he went on to interview the next woman patient, I heard him ask her the same thing and even though she was in pain, she was lucid enough not to incriminate herself either because upon hearing her estimate, I thought "No way."
Two beers and 135 pounds. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
