Tolerance: The Myth

[BlueStateSaint]

I got this from SurvivalBlog.com, and thought that it was worth mentioning here.

Tolerance:  The Myth

The trophy wife jerked up lame while running Wednesday morning. She would be considered three-legged lame were she a brood mare, but she isn’t, so the human term must be one-legged lame. She was too injured to make it the three miles home, so our friend, Lisa, ran for her car. Fifteen minutes later, the trophy wife was flat on the sofa, drugged up on ibuprofen, with her foot wrapped in a bag of frozen green beans. I fixed breakfast, placed her I-Pad, cell phone, and a thermos of hot coffee all within reach, covered her in warm blankets and left for work.

I returned around lunch to see the trophy wife low on coffee and mostly in the same position where I had left her. While switching vegetables to frozen corn, I examined her injury. The outside of her foot was markedly swollen and turning black and blue, so I figured x-rays were in order. After lunch, she hobbled to the pickup, I hauled her to my clinic and we snapped a couple x-rays showing she wasn’t faking it. She had ripped the head off the outermost bone on the bridge of her foot; an avulsion of the fifth metatarsal bone. A tendon from the calf muscle inserts here, so once it fractures the contraction of the calf muscle becomes useless and the heel collapses to the ground, just as she described in the pre-dawn darkness.

I hauled her home, changed her frozen vegetables and put her back on the sofa. A quick search of her pedigree showed no family history of osteoporosis, so barring other complications this fracture should heal with conservative therapy; measures useful in both medicine and politics. I went to the closet and dug out the walking boot I used after fracturing my fibula two years earlier. After tweaking it we discovered the boot was too large to allow her to work freely in front of the stove. This was serious; who will cook dinner? A quick check revealed similar access issues at both the sink and dishwasher—this complication was now epic. A quick trip to the Laurel Medical Center produced a walking boot of appropriate size so thankfully, the trophy wife was able to resume her proper place directly in front of the kitchen appliances. Wait for it… /quote]

The point is at the link:  http://www.kraytonkerns.org/postings/tolerance_the_myth.html