September 22
One of my tenants came to my door today ashen-faced with blood pouring from his hand. I had a quick peek and then oh yes, we went straight down to the emergency room.
We were in and out in less than two hours, with an x-ray, five stitches, and encouraging words. Having experienced all those emergency room visits with Hartley in the last few years at the UCLA hospital in Santa Monica, I was reminded how much less crowded it is at Saint John’s, and even practically peaceful.