What a Life: An unexpected ‘trip’ to the hospital

What a Life: An unexpected ‘trip’ to the hospital

I hate to admit it, but I’m old. Really old. To confess, I am 88 years old, and frankly, surprised I’ve made it that far — and, by the way, glad I have. It all began on the morning of Oct. 16, when I passed out and fell down a full flight of stairs! Thank God they were carpeted and cushioned my fall, and, thankfully, I must have led with my head, because that’s where the damage was. On the right side of the staircase is a “stair climber chair” t…