Working on a small town ambulance, it was not uncommon for my husband and me to stop at the local grocer to buy food for dinner after a call. I had gone in to get a head of lettuce and some apples. Unknown to me the floor was wet from the newly installed produce sprayers.

Down I went, hitting my head hard. When I came to, the manager of the store was sitting beside me telling me not to move, that he had called 911.

At the same time my pager went off and he looked at me and asked, "What was that?"

I said "My pager, I am 911."

He looked at me, shocked " Boy, you guys are fast!"