My father recently took it upon himself to buy a shiny new jump rope because he read online that aerobic exercise is great for your heart and what better way to get the heart pumping then by rope jumping? However, keep in mind he has never jumped rope before in his life. And is 67. And was wearing sandals. And was on uneven concrete. And did I mention he was going on an overseas vacation in a week? So, of course, his first attempted double-under criss-cross turned into a trip, fall, sprain ankle move.
Category: Doc Next Door
Summer is upon us. So I thought this would be an appropriate post.
While some of you may not need this post, I suck at fishing. I am about as graceful casting with a fly rod as a bull in a china store. (Henry says no one has been to a china store since 1900. Maybe a bull in a Chihuly glass art exhibit is a more hip/modern metaphore?) Anyways, point is, I get a lot of fish hooks stuck in my hand.
If you can’t just pull the thing out (which sometimes you can), the problem is that the barb on the end of the hook is doing its job.
Before becoming a doctor, I never knew so many people walked around every day wondering if some part of their body was infected. Ever since medical school, my family, friends, and (sometimes) strangers alike seem to want to show me their random, often disturbing body parts, and want to know if they have an infection. Once a stranger in an elevator tore off his shirt to show me his recent surgical incision.
I have seen people put just about everything on their scrapes. Yes, everything. This includes bleach and semen. To be specific, it was a combination of bleach and semen in a 1:1 ratio. It did not work and I would recommend you avoid such a concoction unless you are into that sort of thing.