Bad Day at Black Rock
On Friday, the 10th around midnight I took a fall in my kitchen. Pretty ugly scene. I hit the back of my head on the edge of a cased opening going from my kitchen to the dining room. I laid in the dining room for an undetermined amount of time sharing DNA with the carpet. I crawled into the kitchen, managed to get to my phone. I called my brother, who called my god son Joe, who called Dylan, Jeans grandson. In the meantime, I managed to call Jean who knew how to get into my house. They somehow hooked up and rode to my rescue. They called 911 and thanx to the Olive Branch fire department, made it to the Methodist OLive Branch ER. CT scan, EKG, blood work and 11 staples later Jean got me home. Joe was waiting on us at the ER and stayed with me too.
The next day Jean and Tracy came over and cleaned the blood out of my kitchen. I dont know how to thank folks for things like that. I told them I would buy them a new car apiece, if that makes sense.
(Earls Input) - Dad took a fall in the kitchen. I couldn’t see what was going on but I felt really bad. Before long, I heard him moving around and shortly Miss Jean and Mr Dylan showed up. Then those really big strong guys showed up, loaded Dad up and took him away. Later, Dad and Miss Jean came in. I was so glad to see him. He was walking and looked really, really bad. The next morning, Miss Jean and Miss Tracy came in and started cleaning up the Kitchen. I would lick them if I could. Dad went back to bed afterwards but later he and I watched football together. I love football and spending time together.
I’m sorry about your fall, but I’m glad Earl was there to keep you company.
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