Driving a small town ambulance

Driving a small town ambulance, it was not uncommon for my
husband and I to stop at the local grocer to buy food for
dinner after a call at the end of the day. I had gone in to
get a head of lettuce and some tomatoes, and unknown to me the
floor was wet. 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?"

"My pager," I said. "I am 911."