The other week at the resthome, I was walking down the hallway with the one newer resident who's a retired building contractor, and he was mentioning how he occasionally falls.
Then, all of a sudden, he was holding on to the bar at the side of the hallway and then it was like he was grasping at it desperately, as he started to collapse and began crying out something like "Aaaaaannnnh!".
Then, he straightened up and chuckled.
"Yep, that's how I got this," he was then like, tapping this big scar up by his hairline. "I tried to scrape the carpet with my forehead."
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