Medical History

"I see you have a colorful past." He clicked on the mouse, looking at his computer. "Plenty of broken bones. Torn muscles here and there. Severe concussion. Boy, you took a beating."

I noticed Mr. Atkins nervous glances.

"I did. The doctors at that hospital saved my life." I spoke candidly. "Broken ribs. A punctured lung. My legs broke. A cracked skull. A lot of stitches and glue. But they took care of me. I had to stay there for therapy and rehabilitation. I'm okay now."

"Hmmm." The doctor didn't reply right away. He read more off the computer, trying to read everything they had treated me for last summer. When he finished, he stood up and walked to the door. "Come here and get on the scale for me. I want to take some new numbers for comparison and to update your profile."