A conversation that could have happened at any professional services firm

I called up my director yesterday morning, and explained to him that I'd had a pretty bad mishap. That I'd seriously hurt my ankle playing basketball, to the point where I was rushed to the hospital with my ankle at quadruple the normal size, diagnosed with a dislocated ankle and multiple serious ligament tears, given intravenal painkillers, told that the pain and swelling was too severe for them to complete the diagnosis; that instead I'd had my leg placed in an immobilizing cast and was told to remain in bed for a minimum of three days with my leg on ice and cartoonishly elevated while eating painkilling medication probably designed for horses; and that after the three days they'd reevaluate to make the decision whether I needed surgery.

He was quite taken aback, and wished me a rapid recovery.

Twenty minutes later he calls me back: "So, just to be clear, does that mean you can or can't work?"

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Update: Apparently I can add a dislocated ankle and cartilage damage to the list... but the surgery decision is put off for another several weeks, as it's still too messy to tell.