Well, believe it or not (because I can't), Susan sprained her ankle again only this time it was the other leg. Our compound has beautiful grounds with streams and small bridges. A bridge, which will remain nameless, was the culprit. We were walking to the shuttle bus to go into town. It had been raining for the past few days so the walkways were wet. The bridges are arch shaped, with sharp inclines and declines. Have I set the stage, good. Well, on the down side of this bridge Susan slipped and twisted her ankle. Luckily, we have a medical center on the compound so we collectively hobbled over to see the doctor. Now I would like to pause here to rant a bit. The medical facility is a satellite office of a western style hospital. That's the good news, the bad news is that every time we go in there they tell us to go to the hospital. What good is having a medical center in the compound if all they do is tell you to go to the hospital, a statement which I verbalized loudly. Anyway, a nurse looks at Susan for about 4 seconds and sends her off. The club house is a few painful steps away so we decided to go in and sit down and, of course, have french fries. The attending doctor must have felt guilty because she found us in the clubhouse and did a more thorough examination. So now Susan is hobbling again, damn I hate that.
Since Susan feels obligated to sprain her ankle every few months, I've decided to create, "AIR BAG PANTS." Yes, the concept is similar to the airbag in your car. In the event that Susan starts to fall, her pants will inflate, becoming a ball and thus preventing her from falling down. She might roll down a hill but she won't sprain an ankle. I have to work out a few details but I think it will be a big seller for spastic people.
Well, believe it or not (because I can't), Susan sprained her ankle again only this time it was the other leg. Our compound has beautiful grounds with streams and small bridges. A bridge, which will remain nameless, was the culprit. We were walking to the shuttle bus to go into town. It had been raining for the past few days so the walkways were wet. The bridges are arch shaped, with sharp inclines and declines. Have I set the stage, good. Well, on the down side of this bridge Susan slipped and twisted her ankle. Luckily, we have a medical center on the compound so we collectively hobbled over to see the doctor. Now I would like to pause here to rant a bit. The medical facility is a satellite office of a western style hospital. That's the good news, the bad news is that every time we go in there they tell us to go to the hospital. What good is having a medical center in the compound if all they do is tell you to go to the hospital, a statement which I verbalized loudly. Anyway, a nurse looks at Susan for about 4 seconds and sends her off. The club house is a few painful steps away so we decided to go in and sit down and, of course, have french fries. The attending doctor must have felt guilty because she found us in the clubhouse and did a more thorough examination. So now Susan is hobbling again, damn I hate that. 
Since Susan feels obligated to sprain her ankle every few months, I've decided to create, "AIR BAG PANTS." Yes, the concept is similar to the airbag in your car. In the event that Susan starts to fall, her pants will inflate, becoming a ball and thus preventing her from falling down. She might roll down a hill but she won't sprain an ankle. I have to work out a few details but I think it will be a big seller for spastic people.
