Lucky

We get called for a tractor-trailer rollover. Code Three. Lights and sirens.

About half way there we are slowed down to a non-emergency response and told it will be a refusal.

When we arrive we see that it is not a tractor-trailer rollover, but in fact the trailer container has rolled off the trailer. Then we see what it has rolled onto.

An SUV. It has crushed the driver compartment.

We are directed to the passengers -- two young women who stand on the side of the road holding each other up, starring at the car.

My first question is "What are tonight's winning lottery numbers?"

Niether are hurt. The driver was stopped at the light. She saw the trailer come slowly around the corner, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the trailer container start to tip off and fall towards her. Instinctively, she leaned to the right.

Had she been talking on a cell phone or looking the other way, she would have been dead.

When her mother shows up, she issn't upset at all about the car. She makes certain her daughter is okay, then stares at the container on the car. "I've never seen anything like it," she says. "Can you imagine? Look at it, and she wasn't hurt."

"About those lottery numbers," I say again to the girl.

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We took in the old guy from last Saturday who fell asleep at the movie. He tripped on the bed, lacerated his head and bruised his wrist. I asked him about his last stay at the hosptal. He said they did all kinds of tests, couldn't find anything wrong and finally sent him home, concluding he probably just fell asleep at the movies.

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We also did another fall.

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I was dead tired again. Luckily I caught two half hour naps.