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“Okay,” she said nodding writing things onto her notepad trying her best to hold back a laugh. The injuries that occurred on a day to day basis that patients came to be seen could have been comedic in itself. Husbands who were trying to appease their wives with projects that should have been completed months ago. People who underestimated their own level of strength. She just discharged someone who was putting oil in their car and banged their head against the hood. However, she never wanted to take these incidences lightly.
“Did you drive here yourself? Do you remember hitting your head or blacking out?” She was curious to know what he was doing that landed him in this predicament, but that was beyond the point right now. “How’s your foot feeling right now?” Elina was going to order him a series of imaging to rule out a concussion, any potential breaks or fractures, but wanted to do her own evaluation first. Verifying his name and birthday she began her examination. “Are you in any pain? And where?”
“I drove myself,” Colman confirmed, not thinking too much of it. “I didn’t hit my head, and I’ve had concussions before, so I don’t think I have one. I may have dislocated my shoulder though. It doesn’t feel great.” Actually, his shoulder hurt more than his foot. Honestly, his foot situation was more the catalyst to falling off the loft than an actual injury he was worried about.
“The most pain is in my shoulder and my ribs,” Col explained, gesturing vaguely with the arm that doesn’t bother him as much. “My foot’s feeling alright. It was more the reason that I fell, than something I think is actually like broken or anything.”