Yesterday (Sunday) Cliff, Boyd and I went to a Red Lobster for dinner, and had a great time and a great meal. When we came home, Boyd visited a while, and after he left, I wanted to go to the recliner chair in the living room to read a while. But I never quiiite got there. As I started to turn to get ready to sit, I lost my balance, fell, and cracked my head on the edge of the coffee table. Cliff said "You're bleeding," and after putting an ice pack on my head, called 911.
The ambulance arrived shortly thereafter, and the medics said I needed stitching up. So they hauled me off to Emergency. I dread going there because it generally takes so long for anything to get done. But the nurses were on me immediately, cleaning the wound. The doctor came in, took a look, and ordered, not stitches, but staples, which a nurse took care of. I was out of there (Cliff drove me home) in slightly under 2 hours, which I thought was remarkable.
Today I'm a bit groggy, but otherwise alive. I get the staples removed in a week.
A wonderful bird is the pelican;
Its beak can hold more than its belly can.
It can hold in its beak
Enough food for a week.
I’m darned if I know how the hell he can.