Broken Ankle

I dreamed this morning that I was taking a tour of a theater where a show was being put together. One of my former students was the Technical Director overseeing the installation. As we made our way down a ramp we had to duck under a lighting truss. She slipped and rolled down the ramp a ways.

When I got to her, I could see immediately that her ankle was at an unnatural angle. She wanted to get up and get out of the way, but I stepped in to insist that she wait until we could stabilize her ankle and get the paramedics here to move her.

She insisted that it would be okay.

I assured her that her ankle was quite broken and she really didn’t want to try to move around.

She ignored me, tried to sit up, put pressure on the broken ankle and immediately passed out. I barely managed to catch her shoulders and keep her from smacking her head on the ramp. For some reason her crew were unwilling to help, even though they obviously wanted us out of the way. I tried to argue that the faster we brought help in the faster they could get back to work.

Ad astra per technica,
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