She only left out a FEW details ...
"I fall down - go BOOM!"
That's the SHORT version ...
It was more like "I fall down, Leg go CRAAAACK! :eek:
Medical Assistance ? ... Naw, just let me sit here on the floor for a minute.
OK ...Help me up into the chair. I'm fine! ... Dinner, anyone?
She ate her dinner - even though it prolly hurt to chew!
Time to go home ... "Get Checked?" ... I'm fine - take me home!
Can't walk ... was "assisted" out to her car.
Homeward bound ... Get Checked?" ... HOME, please!
Home at last --- Brudder Bill requests an assist from the BIG Neighbor ...
Carried in and deposited upon her bed for the night.
"It'll be better in the morning ..."
It wasn't. :(
Several phone calls to/from concerned relatives + threats of impending doom ...
Our Heroine agrees to a visit to the ER ... by CAR. (Don't need no Ambulance!)
Made it to the ER ... one look and an X-ray :eek: ... "You're STAYING!"
The Sir Jury Guy was pleased with his pin-job = "Good as New" he reported.
He left out the part about she'd need to re-learn how to walk on it! :rolleyes:
I got in on the adventure a lil late ... the P Therapy gang was almost out of new torture games to torment her with.
The big ongoing snafu was calling her ...
The Switchboard's instruction were simple enough: "If you know your
Party's 4-digit extension, DIAL it at any time." ... SOUNDED simple!
The sweet-young-thing that kept answering thought we were "simple"!
In broken English, the greeting was always similar ... "Is no Gini here -
she not live here ... please to stop calling!" ... She began to sound "TENSE"!
After reporting the "problem" to the Switchboard about 4 times ...
the gal said "Wait a minnit ... lemmie check sumpin."
Turned out Gini did NOT have a "Direct Dial" phone; you had to go through
the switchboard to get Gini's room - unless you wanted to bother the
broken English girl again.
"MOM's Hospital Tails" bring back a LOTTA similar memories of MY stay
in the White Coat Lab ... those were The Daze.
Welcome HOME, Mom!!
:D