I just walked in from ferrying a buddy to Saco to pick up his kids broken down heap today and the phone rang. Lifeline, “Your Aunt has fallen”

I really apologize to the the car with the DC plates, but I had a mission, at the Mill.

Upon arrival, under 6 minutes, sorry Chief. I found her splayed out. Bloody, but talking.

I called the FD and didn’t move her . You know when you call the FD there is quite a response , even with me adding on my call, “non emergency transport.”

They are really the cream of the crop, it cannot be denied.

Anyway, off she goes, and me too for the long wait, at the ED.

Long.

Still at it, it’s 7:48, we arrived at 4:45. I had to break out between imaging to pee the dog, be ready for being here or there.

They will probably hold her over,( which we both dread, C.diff)

So get this.

She’s fine really, thanks .

The nurse is asking my 93 yr old Aunt her history and questions her  about “Any trips out of New England?”

That’s the couched Ebola query.

We all laughed at my reveal.

My Aunt is looking at me like “What the heck”

Then the Nurse asks if she does or has ever smoked cigarettes.

“Not since they went up to 13 cents” she tosses back.

She is a true classic.

Barefoot is better than slippers, tell your Mom or Aunt.

Mike