Fio's Interesting Life

As the whole world knows by now, Fiorella got herself a huge black eye yesterday by tripping on the driveway while she was scurrying up to the mailbox to mail an envelope containing a $1.45 check to pay off a toll-road charge. She waited a few minutes to make sure she wasn't mortally injured, pushed herself up and walked slowly back to the house with blood trickling down her face, washed herself off, applied Neosporin, and drove to St. David's Hospital's emergency room (running a couple of red lights in the process) where she was checked out all over, yakking all the time. Yes, your Fio amuses herself by talking to everyone and anyone, which means it got a terribly boring when no staff were around. Luckily, she had brought along su bolsa y sus libretas amarillas. and could take notes on everything that was going on and play with ideas of acrostics for other branches of the family.
       Unluckily, she hadn't grabbed su computadora or her cell phone. (Note to self: find out how to say "cell phone" en espanol.)
       The day was saved when a nurse glanced at Fiorella's always-present DUMP TRUMP pin and said she liked it. Like a gypsy, your faithful correspondent immediately took the pin off her T-shirt and gave it to its admirer---and as she did so, it dawned on her that if she carried buttons with her everywhere she went, she could pass them out to whomever was interested.
       Fio thought she'd be sent home any minute, but a throbbing headache set in as her coumadin-thinned blood swelled  her brain, and Fiorella was told that she had to stay overnight. A couple of hours of just plain suffering ensued, ameliorated by the appearance of Elder Son, whom Fio had been trying to contact by a hospital phone all afternoon.
       Fiorella had no problem moving upstairs to a nice room with many lovely attendants, and she woke up this morning feeling GREAT! All her tests seem to be giving her a clean bill of health so she'll be moving home later this morning, just in time for Son's birthday party. The whole family will be there so we'll have a riotously good time.
       As the poet said, all's well that ends well.