I went to a baseball game in Phoenix a couple of weeks ago and I ended up falling down the stairs.
I was carrying two beers in my hands and I did not see the spill on the stairs in front of me.
I fell down six or seven of the stairs before I caught myself. I had bumps and bruises all over my body. The event staff for the baseball game insisted that I had to go to the emergency room. I had a pretty big scrape on my arm. I knew it didn’t need stitches, but the event staff insisted. My side in the emergency room for several hours before a doctor visited with me. The doctor had a lot of x-rays taken and my tailbone turned out to be broken. The doctor said I had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. I was given a room on the third floor of the hospital. The nurse didn’t seem very happy that she got another patient in the middle of the night. She wasn’t very helpful or friendly. I had to get the cleaning lady to help me figure out how to use the bed temperature controls. She showed me all of the temperature controls on the bed. I could change the temperature on my own and make it cooler or warmer depending on how I was feeling. The nurse in the Phoenix hospital did not want me to adjust the temperatures. She seemed happy with the overheated conditions, even if I was very warm and uncomfortable.