Surly
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Yesterday I didn't show up for breakfast so my wife came upstairs and knocked on our bedroom door to see if everything was OK.
She could hear me through the door and I said that I was just running late and would be down shortly so she went back to the dining room.
An half an hour later I still hadn't arrived so she went back up towards our room and she found me on the stairs. Apparently I was coming down the stairs but was having a hard time.
I had a death grip on the hand rail and seemed to have trouble getting my legs to work right.
She told me she was going to call an ambulance but I told her no, I wasn't in any pain and just wanted to have my breakfast.
So she helped me the rest of the way down the stairs and I had his breakfast.
When I tried to return to our room I was completely unable to get up even the first step so I coincided we needed to called an ambulance.
A couple hours later she called the hospital to see how I was doing.
The receptionist there said I was fine, I just had both of his legs in one leg of my boxer shorts.
She could hear me through the door and I said that I was just running late and would be down shortly so she went back to the dining room.
An half an hour later I still hadn't arrived so she went back up towards our room and she found me on the stairs. Apparently I was coming down the stairs but was having a hard time.
I had a death grip on the hand rail and seemed to have trouble getting my legs to work right.
She told me she was going to call an ambulance but I told her no, I wasn't in any pain and just wanted to have my breakfast.
So she helped me the rest of the way down the stairs and I had his breakfast.
When I tried to return to our room I was completely unable to get up even the first step so I coincided we needed to called an ambulance.
A couple hours later she called the hospital to see how I was doing.
The receptionist there said I was fine, I just had both of his legs in one leg of my boxer shorts.
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