|That's just an illustration:|
our living room is not
Emergency Room, here we come again!
As I walked into her room, Roberta lay with her head swaddled in bandages and a cervical collar on her neck. It took the usual 5-6 hours in the ER for her to be thoroughly examined, poked and prodded. Fortunately, though the wound looked terrible, she had no cranial damage, but still managed to get a spinal fracture. It sounds worse than it is and will heal soon.
My dad fell down in his room, had an intra-cranial bleeding and died in the hospital. More and more I become aware of the possibility that, Roberta might suffer similar fate. Seeing her in a hospital bed with a big wound on her forehead put me in a state of terrible worry. I walked out to get a drink of water and bumped right into my friend, Asale!
We had a small interlude of comforting each other, and then she was gone. It was enough, though, to remind me: we are not alone in this world.
Roberta is at home now. The poor lady has a huge boo-boo on her head, but we both understand: it could've been much, much worse.