Even though it might not seem like it, we love our medical professionals. Truly. They continue to save our lives. But . . .
A brief personal interaction with modern sports medicine
Maybe I need to reflect on the very real possibility that I'm just a bit salty about this whole thing because, when I was playing sports in school, our wound care consisted of an old toolbox full of glorified duct tape, an ice machine that might have a few cubes but only if the Pepsi wasn't selling well that night, and no shortage of dads who would loiter around the bench laughing at your grotesquely swollen ankle telling you to "walk it off".
From the Archives – Best Medicine
"The broad smile returned to her face, and she giggled, a grating, mechanical sound, like a hinge starting to lose its lubrication. “You’re a funny man, Mr. Carlton! Very funny man.”
It MIGHT help…
On a nearly regular basis, one or the other of our kids tell us they “don’t feel well.” And without fail, they never want to hear our advice of what will make them feel better. I’m trying to imagine if I tried to pull this nonsense. #parenting #medicine