The inevitable fall? It happened to me on Thursday, March 26, the day after my oldest sister turned 90. That's how I explained it to the Emergency Medics on the ambulance who were quizzing me to see if my brains had been totally scrambled when I hit the bathroom floor face down, and later I learned, was totally unresponsive at first.
I remembered being very lucid but what my grown grandson heard, also in the house that morning, was a muddle of words in answer to their questions. I couldn't see a doctor until this past Tuesday, April 7, but this story is too long to write at the moment… I shall return.
