Emory Musculoskeletal Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the waiting room of Emory Musculoskeletal Institute, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual magazines and pamphlets lay an old, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it to find a note inside: ‘Take me home, someone will miss me.’ Soon enough, other patients joined in, passing the violin around like some strange musical relay. By lunchtime, a delivery driver serenaded the receptionist with a heartfelt rendition of 'Happy Birthday.' The next day, the violin was gone, but everyone agreed that it had left behind a much-needed dose of joy.

2. In the waiting room of Emory Musculoskeletal Institute, a small dog named Max started behaving oddly around visitors wearing specific types of shoes. His owner watched in amusement as Max would bark furiously at patients with orthopedic boots but completely ignore everyone else. One day, an elderly gentleman arrived for his check-up, sporting brand-new orthopedic sandals. Max went berserk, jumping and howling like never before. The doctor asked him curiously, 'Max, what’s wrong?' The owner grinned, ‘Oh, he just doesn’t like our new delivery guy’s shoes.’ Turns out, Max had developed quite the fashion sense.

3. In the waiting room of Emory Musculoskeletal Institute, a little boy kept pointing at the ceiling and whispering, ‘Mommy, why are those doctors dancing there?’ Finally, his mother leaned over and whispered back, ‘Honey, that’s not dancing—those are just X-rays.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked, ‘So Mommy, can I be a doctor when I grow up?’

4. In the waiting room of Emory Musculoskeletal Institute, an elderly gentleman asked curiously, ‘Why does everyone here seem to be leaving with a new pair of shoes?’ With a twinkle in his eye, another patient chimed in, ‘They’re not just any shoes—those are custom orthotics they make for each patient’s unique foot pain!’ The old man nodded knowingly and said, ‘Now I understand—it’s like getting fitted for special slippers made just for you.’ Everyone chuckled softly, realizing that sometimes medicine is as simple as good shoes.