Lean forward--Speak louder

The two women  sitting across from each other in the opthalmologist's office, evidently acquaintances, were swapping general conversational comments when the tone quite suddenly changed.  "Did you hear what happened to Harry?"  asked one.  The other replied that no she hadn't but suggested the other woman come sit beside her, in a closer position, so she could relate the narrative, interested now that it was a health story. "No, I don't feel like moving," she answered.  "Neither do I," said the other.  So Harry's tale continued, told now  a louder voice.  Harry had noticed a large swelling behind his knee, and went to the E.R. to have it assessed.  The doctor there told him it was a puzzle; after the MRI's and the CT's and X-rays, they were unable to determine whether the swelling was from a new blood clot or an old one.  So they medicated him and sent him home, where next day he was mowing the lawn, on his riding mower, when the knee acted up again.  On the return E.R, trip, the doctor would not release him until he'd been seen by a hematologist, because of liability you know.   So the hematologist did release him, and Harry is at home  now, applying ice to the back of his poor knee.  They're waiting to see what happens.  Aren't we all.