Parents, to be identified as Farb and Genie left for a conference in Asheville early in the morning. Son, to be identified as JIII came home to go to job interview and watch dogs.
JIII was encouraged to have some fun; go play ball with friends in the evening at local church pick-up games.
While having a nice dinner at The Fiddlin Pig and listenting to Blue grass music, Farb gets a call from JIII. "I'm on the way to the ER. I think I hurt my achilles tendon."
While playing ball, JIII caught a ball, took a turn and fell. POP! Another player says, "Aw, man, that's too bad. That was your achilles tendon." He got up. It didn't hurt so bad... One person helped him with the first step, then two with the next step, then he was being carried out. Nick, what a good friend, called his mom - a nurse - who gave them great advice. Nick took JIII to WakeMed North and they spent a few hours there playing around in a wheelchair and making jokes and such, trying to divert attention from the growing pain and limp foot. X-Rays revealed no problem with any bones. A firm grip on the calf confirmed no tendon connection to the foot. They sent him home with orders to call an orthopedic on Thursday.
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