There is nothing worse than needing to rest out in the lobby of a hospital emergency room, than kneeling 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 suppose our luck as I sat there thinking about the circumstances that had led me to an emergency room full of sick people. I started the afternoon out, thinking all I wanted to do was get some cleaning done. I had our list of chores to do and it was kneeling on the counter. As I did each chore, I meticulously took care of it off our list. When I got to the last chore, I moaned, knowing I had made a mistake. I wanted to scrub the blades on the ceiling fan and scrub the air vents for the air conditioner. I thought about using the duster, but then every one of us had a better idea. I pulled over the chair and climbed up. I had our duster near the air vent when I heard the doorbell ring. I put down the duster just as I heard the air conditioner turn on. The disturbed dust blew into our eyep. 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 our leg still caught in the arm. My wife came into the kitchen and chuckled until she saw our leg