I
hobbled into the doctor's room and sat down with some relief.
He quickly diagnosis a strained ligament in my foot and prescribed
physiotherapy.
Anxiously I ask if I'd be OK for the Fun Marathon on Saturday.
His face lit up like a stiff arm before an illegal head high
tackle. I should have known. "I'm a bit of runner myself, " he said,
with that conspiratorial tone. "Go in it, I would ... (he paused) ...
and take two or three weeks to get better." He might have been
grinning. It was hard to tell through the mask of pain. I hobbled out
noticing the pain even more and muttering loudly, "That's the worst
bloody advice I have ever had from a doctor."
He was definitely grinning now and the grin was getting ever
wider.
Funny how learning takes a restructuring of information to become
acquired knowledge.
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