To make a long story short, my husband fell, on wet marble stairs, carrying garbage. He cut his hand on a bottle that broke when he fell, he got four stitches and is doing fine. This was the evening after the blizzard and apparently there had been a lot of falls.
This is the ER nurse who greeted us upon arrival. Her never-ending monologue with everyone around her was the talk of an old salt, someone who has been there and done that. She may be waiting to retire but she loves her work. You know the type.
She didn’t know when she would be getting home because the public transportation situation was still bad. This is the kind of woman who makes you feel secure when you’re feeling vulnerable. I know you know what I’m talking about.