A bit of a scare

Last night, right before I went to bed, I had a scare. My mother called to tell me my dad "slipped" out of his wheelchair a few hours earlier and the nursing home wanted to know which hospital he should be taken to. She opted for the VA in West Palm Beach, but she hadn't asked if he was ok and by now, midnight, she was being told that she could call back in an hour to ask more questions. She had already taken a sleeping pill a couple of hours earlier so didn't think she could wait up.

I had j...