Hie thee hither to a clinic
It’s not what you see, but what you don’t that hurts. At least, if the underlying condition involves black ice.
Someone near and dear fell this morning. Not hard, not far, but the human suspension system has a few flaws. Take, for example, the one that reacts to pain by tightening the muscles. Stronger, yes, until things go overboard and “lock up”. Forget the bump, because you now “walk like an Egyptian”.
Nothing to do with nationhood; everything to do with a song by the Bangles.
Anyhow, once the suspension gets into its protective mode, the only way back to normal is through rest and good medication. Or bad, depending on how holistic your view of the world might be. There’s the muscle relaxants and the pain killers. There’s the warm pad in a warm bed, and there’s the government.
How did that gang slip in there? Well, if your injury happens in “the workplace”, there is a protocol in place. Fill out some forms and hie thee hither to the doctor, so that you can have a professional recognize that you are in pain. Bring plenty of patience. Forget the bed rest until you’ve done time in a waiting room.
Did I mention the X-rays? The nearest clinic is never near, so keep that patience close at hand and head on down to yet another session in, you guessed it, the waiting room. If all goes well, you can plan on resting at home after many hours have gone by. Hope the injuries weren’t serious.
