Della lives near me in the building and she is a tiny bit of work. She is all crippled up with something that looks to the untrained eye to be severe oesteperorisis; she moves around with a little three wheeled walker and has to strain to raise her head to see you. You almost want to beg her to leave her head down, but she is too nice a lady not to look you in the eye. She is inevitably cheerful and chipper.
The other day, she fell. Actually, she falls almost every day (and most nights). But this time, it was bad enough that she had a significant gash on the top of her noggin. So, it was off to the hospital but first, she made her son take her down to the local farmers market. She wanted to see what they had to offer and she wasn't about to miss it just because she was bleeding. Besides, the bleeding had mostly stopped.
She had six staples. I talked to her tonight. They had removed the staples. I asked if she got to keep the staples. "No" she replied sadly "I was hoping, but they said 'no'."
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