My leg was screaming as I clung to a nearby stair rail but dad had sided with Doc. Stimey. I had to try to walk on this leg, so I guts up, let go of the stair rail and put my weight on that leg — and promptly face planted as my leg folded, right there in the hospital lobby.
Just a quick fun story that began in Petaluma General Hospital circa 1963, and stayed with me through a overnight stay at San Jose’s Good Samaritan Hospital in the mid 1970s. It’s short but good for a laugh.
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I had to take a break at snot comet because breakfast is due and porridge. Ill finish later when I’m more emotionally robust…
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Ah, I have to admit to enjoying delivering the gag reflex for a change. This must be why you enjoy it so. Now I understand. . .
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