Golly! 11 pages!
I attended our seniors luncheon today.
On my way there, an EMS truck went screaming down our main town street (Calhoun Street). I thought it sad that someone somewhere was hurting.
As I was crossing that street, I notice the EMS truck turned toward my ultimate destination -- the Johnston First Baptist Church.
I had a premonition that it might have been because something had happened to the organizer of the luncheon (who isn't in the best of health).
When I parked, I noted the EMS was parked at a side door of the recreation center where we have our lunches.
Sure enough, as I walked in someone saw me and said, "Miss Nellie fell." Miss Nellie uses a walker and has had enough of being housebound, which she was from the start of the pandemic until the first of this year. She has been more active this year and re-started our seniors luncheons back in February.
As it turned out, the paramedics checked her out and found her scraped up on both arms, but otherwise fine. She did not want to go to hospital, so she remained and had lunch with us, but one of her legs was raised with an ice pack on her left ankle.
She said she lost her balance and felt foolish. I was relieved she was relatively unharmed, although she is likely very sore now and may continue to be over the remainder of the week.
All of that said, my chicken salad and croissants were a hit, and I did not have to bring anything back home with me.
Huzzah!
