A man had been limping around for days, trying to ignore the swelling in his leg. Every step felt heavier than the last, and even his socks seemed to tighten around his ankle as if mocking him. Finally, unable to endure the discomfort any longer, he decided it was time to see a doctor.
He arrived at the clinic, the waiting room filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and the soft murmur of other patients. When his name was called, he hobbled into the examination room, hopeful that relief was finally within reach.
After a careful examination, the doctor gives the man a pill big enough to choke a horse. “I’ll be right back with some water,” the doctor tells him.
The doctor has been gone a while and the man loses patience. He hobbles out to the drinking fountain, forces the pill down his throat and gobbles down water until the pill clears his throat. He hobbles back into the examining room.
The doctor comes back with a bucket of warm water, “Ok, after the tablet dissolves, soak that leg for at least 30 minutes.”
