"I fall down - go BOOM!"
That's the SHORT version ...
It was more like "I fall down, Leg go CRAAAACK!
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... "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!
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!!
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