Posted 7:52 AM by Marco

Playing tennis with my inamorata on a perfect Sunday in February.
Sixty degrees, and we were having a lot of fun (albeit not really playing very well).
Anyway, as she was running for a ball, it looked like she had turned her ankle.
But, we did not see the immediate egg of swelling, and noticed she could not press down with her foot.
Suspecting torn Achilles tendon, we went to the ER.
Fortunately in the suburbs, not far from City Line Avenue, the wait was not that long (say an hour from the moment we pulled up until we entered the Orthopaedics area).
A city hospital would have triaged her down the list behind serious trauma victims.
After a very competent nurse, and a nice resident, we had great attention from a stereotypical Orthopaedic resident.
He had a great Johnny Unitas Crew-Cut and arms a wrestler could envy.
Hoping to get it repaired this week, but at Pennsylvania Hospital.
She is coincidently scheduled for her annual physical Monday at 0730, and we hope her PCP can expedite things.