Wild Things My Psychology Teacher Has Done: Pt 2
Alright, y’all, gather around to hear about the time my psych teacher broke her leg.
She was carrying Christmas decorations down to the basement. Her stairs are the ones that turn and have that wall that separates the corner. Well, she loses her footing and flies down the stairs. And her leg ends up hitting said corner wall with a disconcerting crack. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she looks at her foot.
‘Seems a bit floppier than usual. Hmmm. Let’s move it again.’ Yep, definitely broken.
So, of course, she drags herself up the stairs before calling her friend and daughter in law. “Hey, I’m just fine, but when you get this, could you come over to my house? I need a favour.”
But now she has to unlock the door... So she literally drags herself to the door and unlocks it.
The friend gets there first. And opens the door. To see my psych teacher splayed out on the floor, completely depleted of all energy.
“WHAT HAPPENED?!” “Oh, I’m fine. I think I just broke my leg. Can you help me to the car?” “You are NoT FiNE! WhY DIdn’T You CaLl an AmbUlanCe?!” “Are you kidding me?! I am not paying for a car ride! Besides, it doesn’t hurt yet. I’ll be fine.” “Okay, well I can’t physically carry you to the car alone. We need a man.” :) “Okay, no we do-” “Oh, look! There’s one now! Excuse me, sir! Can you help my friend to the car?! She broke her leg!” (The late ‘90′s South...everyone was so trusting...)
This young man in his thirties comes in and starts checking her leg, performing seemingly random checks on it. Which is, of course, concerning given that this is a literal stranger the friend invited in. “What, are you a doctor or something?!” The man doesn’t even look up. “Sports medicine.”
And that was the time a sports medicine doctor helped my psych teacher get to the hospital.
