The second thing was, I went outside my front door, drunk, thinking I'd walk around at night, for some crazy AL reason, and stepped too short on my brick steps and cut the back of heel wide open, and it was horrible...my husband (at the time) wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I didn't want to go drunk. I did go the next day to the hospital, and had to have stiches and wear a brace. The tech who cleaned my wound listened to my "story" and asked me if I had been drinking at the time. How obvious was it?!:sigh:
Of course there was the DUI, years earlier, but that didn't even put up a roadblock in my AL life.
AL can and will kill one way or another!
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