My leg was screaming as I clung to a nearby stair rail but dad had sided with Doc. Stimey. I had to try to walk on this leg, so I guts up, let go of the stair rail and put my weight on that leg — and promptly face planted as my leg folded, right there in the hospital lobby.
Just a quick fun story that began in Petaluma General Hospital circa 1963, and stayed with me through a overnight stay at San Jose’s Good Samaritan Hospital in the mid 1970s. It’s short but good for a laugh.
Read the fill story here: The Gravity of Medical Chaos