59. Dinner Table Trouble
I found a woman in an apartment complex where I used to work who had been pinned under her dining table for two days after having a stroke. She had pulled it down on top of her during the episode. The whole time the maintenance crew were pulling it off and we were waiting for the ambulance, she was saying, “Oh dear, I hate to be a bother…Really, I’m fine, no, no…” In a very high-pitched and airy voice.
I immediately took my lunch and cried in my car.
