I turned away from the dust, tripping over the arm on the captain’s chair
There is nothing worse than needing to sit out in the lobby of a hospital emergency room, than sitting there with a broken leg. My leg was throbbing as I waited for them to take me back to a room. The attendant had put me in a wheelchair and had the foot piece up in the air, but it wasn’t stopping the pain. I couldn’t believe my luck as I sat there thinking about the circumstances that had led me to an emergency room full of sick people. I started the morning out, thinking all I wanted to do was get some cleaning done. I had my list of chores to do and it was sitting on the counter. As I did each chore, I meticulously checked it off my list. When I got to the last chore, I moaned, knowing I had made a mistake. I wanted to clean the blades on the ceiling fan and clean the air vents for the air conditioning. I thought about using the duster, but then I had a better idea. I pulled over the chair and climbed up. I had my duster near the air vent when I heard the doorbell ring. I put down the duster just as I heard the air conditioning turn on. The disturbed dust blew into my eyes. I turned away from the dust, tripping over the arm on the captain’s chair. My body flipped over the arm and landed awkwardly with my leg still caught in the arm. My husband came into the kitchen and chuckled until he saw my leg