LOOSE SCREWS

This week I was at Beth's house, and I fell, in the basement. I stepped off the next-to-last step, thinking it was the bottom one. That caused me to have a 16 inch drop, instead of 8 inches, jamming my knee. My leg (the same leg that was broken in a former car wreck, and has a metal rod with screws) twisted under me, throwing me off balance. I fell to the floor with all the grace of a dead chichen being hurled across the room. I just lay there, dreading to move my leg. Beth's friend, Crystal, came in a few minutes later, and found me. I scooted up the stairs on my seat, to the main level of the house, and slid across the floor. Crystal helped me get on the couch. She gave me my cell phone and the TV control, and had to go back outside, where her children were in the pool. When Beth got home about 30 minutes later, she called Sam, and they shuttled me off to the emergency room, where I was tended to promptly. At the doctor's exam, it was realized that all the pain was coming from my knee, so she sent me off to exray with a nice young fellow. He was very kind, and got the pictures done quickly. ( I felt like I was taking his picture, because I couldn't straighten my leg, and I had on a hospital gown.) On the way back, I offered to open the doors, and he said, "No mame, You'll have to go to the other hospital in this town if you want to work. This hospital is a full service place."

After the exrays were read, the doctor came back and told me no bones were broken, but that one of the screws might be just a little loose. She gave me a foam rubber wrap to immoblize my leg, and dismissed me to go home.

So, how much money do you have to pay to find out you have a few loose screws? Any of my friends could have told me that for free!