You know how people (or dogs and their owners) who have been together for a really long time start to look like each other? My husband and I have been together for 25 years, and we've gone a little overboard with the whole "alike" thing. In the span of one month, he and I both dealt ourselves the same injury in the exact same way.
We both jumped up to block shots at a volleyball net and came down on our twisted ankles.
He went to the ER.
I went to an independent place called OrthoIndy.
He saw one doctor.
I saw one doctor.
He got an X-ray.
I got an X-ray.
He was put in a tiny waiting room with a woman who hadn't been able to stop throwing up for three days.
I was the only patient in the building.
He got a worthless supportive shoe.
I got a wonderful, inflatable boot.
He was given lots of pain meds he didn't use.
I wasn't even offered a Tylenol.
We have recently had to pay the bills for our exams and X-rays.
Between the doctor and hospital bills, we had to pay $1400 for his injury.
We paid $164 for mine.
I think you all are smart enough to catch the moral of this story.
Have a lovely day!