Good morning! What a crisp, beautiful day. We are very glad to have you with us. 

One of the coolest things about the walk is hearing all the new things our leaders are doing for their patients. This story from the WSJ is a perfect example of that. As exciting as this Madison news is, it brought back a difficult memory, well kind of. There was some amnesia associated with the trauma I sustained and I can't recall all the details. That said, thanks to our well organized WWAD AV club; I was easily able to pull the film canister labelled Highbanks May 28, 2011 from our climate controlled vault in the basement.

Two and a half years ago, and equally today, we were looking for ways to increase our 'market share' - you know, enable more people to become active. We were getting involved with a larger variety of activities, not unlike Ski with a Doc.  As the film reveals, our head intern at the time, Will, detailed the events of May 23rd, 2011 with our Highbanks Metro Park guests that Saturday.

Roll film: 

"Dr. David will not be here this morning. Our WWAD Strategic

Development Team, which David heads up, had determined that Zumba would be the direction we would explore next. During our recon, Dr. David attended the Monday evening 7:30 Zumba class Uptown, you know, in that beautiful graystone building just south of Panera. David asked that Sandra (fellow intern) and I attend the class as well to take notes. His plans were to start a Zumba with a Doc. Anyway, a couple minutes into Rachael's class, with Sandi and I standing on the side observing, he must have turned wrong and he went down, unfortunately dislocating his left hip. A couple of gasps emerge from the crowd. 

I apologize because I know he tries to make these walk discussions informative and funny, and this is obviously neither.  

For whatever it's worth, everybody appeared quite impressed that he was screaming in Spanish while down. Because he was wearing traditional Latin attire, Sandi and I think the other Zumba participants thought he was kidding. He was down for a while, refusing any help in getting back to his feet. When he was finally able to stand, as luck would have it, his right knee gave out. I have the radiology report here. (Will pulls a paper from the bottom of the stack he's holding)

It reads "relatively large bucket tear of the right medial meniscus".  

His eyes lift up to further address the crowd.

Now, when he went back down, for the second time, he hit his right eye. He hit pretty hard. He needed 17 stitches and, unfortunately, it's still swollen shut. Sandi and I visited him last night to find out what he wanted us to discuss at the walk this morning. He was pretty emotional and not in much of a mood to talk, so I got the update from his nurses.  

They feel it's been a good "learning experience" for Dr. Sabgir to be on the other side of things. They share they've been trying to create the "true" inpatient experience and have been changing his Foley every 4 hours. He was able to share with me that he did not "appreciate" this and actually wondered why he needed a urinary catheter to begin with. He was also concerned that every time he asks for pain medication they are giving him Flintstones' Vitamins - telling him the Bam-Bam's were the strongest and not to ask for them anymore often than every 6 hours.  

An awkward silence falls over the walk attendees before Will resumes,

"It's been a rough week for Dr. David," he shares folding up his notes.

"We're probably gonna hold off on Zumba with a Doc." 

Sandi jumps in, "Who's ready to walk?!"