While playing pediatrician at camp, I encountered a couple of tick bites, several dozen sore throats and runny noses, and other joys of having 200 boys gathered into one place. At 10PM on my last night in camp, I got the call that a young man had hurt his toe playing basketball. When he was carried into our little infirmary by his pals, the abnormality was rather obvious. I chose not to reduce this lovely little dislocation without better drugs than I had on hand, so I sent him on to the neighboring city. Better for him to hate the ER doc than me! Ah, primary care.