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On September 5 I was carrying some groceries into my apartment, trip and landed on my face. Not recommended. Manager call fire department because I was bleeding like the proverbial stuck pig. Fireman checked me over and suggested I go to the ER and get it checked. Six stitches in my right eyebrow and some scrapes and bruises.
Yesterday we had carolers and followed by cookies and cocoa. I put my shoes on and started down to the clubhouse but face planted only a few feet from the previous fall.
It was getting dark, no one was about, so I wound up sitting on the sidewalk for about 15 minutes waiting for someone to show up. I yelled a couple of times but nobody heard me. Finally, Terry who lives 2 doors up from me came out, ask if I had fallen. She call 911 and shortly the firemen came in their big red truck, checked me out and we decided I didn't need to go to the ER again as I felt alright. Just a black eye, bent glasses, some facial scrapes, two bloody broken fingernails, and a scrape on the stitches from last time.
Neighbors came out at the same time to head to the clubhouse. He brought me back some cookies and was a bit worried, checked on me a couple of times but was plastered as usual.
Don't deal well with drunks and I think he starts the day off with a shot of something in his coffee. And he is LOUD!
Some day I will learn to take my cane along when I go out.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Yesterday we had carolers and followed by cookies and cocoa. I put my shoes on and started down to the clubhouse but face planted only a few feet from the previous fall.
It was getting dark, no one was about, so I wound up sitting on the sidewalk for about 15 minutes waiting for someone to show up. I yelled a couple of times but nobody heard me. Finally, Terry who lives 2 doors up from me came out, ask if I had fallen. She call 911 and shortly the firemen came in their big red truck, checked me out and we decided I didn't need to go to the ER again as I felt alright. Just a black eye, bent glasses, some facial scrapes, two bloody broken fingernails, and a scrape on the stitches from last time.
Neighbors came out at the same time to head to the clubhouse. He brought me back some cookies and was a bit worried, checked on me a couple of times but was plastered as usual.
Don't deal well with drunks and I think he starts the day off with a shot of something in his coffee. And he is LOUD!Some day I will learn to take my cane along when I go out.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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