To the editor:
I would like to take this opportunity to give my heartfelt thanks to Salem’s red, white and blue!
On May 6, I officially became one of those statistics of the elderly who fall in their homes each year. It was one of those silly accidents that should have never happened, but did. Tripping and falling forward, I picked up momentum as I traveled downward until I slammed headlong into the door jam and bookcase, like a ram doing battle on the rocky slopes of a mountain side, splitting my head open on both sides.
The left side of my scalp peeled back like an orange peel, while the right side, although being smaller in size, proved to be the worst. I had severed an artery and the blood spurted out of my head like a water fountain with every heartbeat. I knew that I was in trouble right away as I picked myself up and headed for the bathroom, drenching everything in sight as I went.
By the time I reached the bathroom mirror to see the damage, my T-shirt was soaked and I could barely see through the blood. As fast as I grabbed towels and applied them to my head, they became soaked.
My wife was up now, being awakened by the noise, and I could see the shock on her face. As she dialed 911, I continued to apply towels to the fountain of blood erupting from my head. The operator on the phone told her to get me to sit down but, somewhat in a daze, I kept walking around and then finally headed for the front porch to await the ambulance. By the time they arrived, I had quite literally managed to spray blood everywhere. My front porch looked like the scene of a massacre.