I married for the first time in September 1999 when I was 42 years old. I waited until I found my soul mate. In October 2000 I drove my car to Seattle WA from Vancouver Wa USA with four co-workers. We were to attend a conference for work. We each had our own hotel room for the week. The first day we attended some interesting sessions and lunched at the space needle overlooking the city. I remember we walked everywhere and we were all avid walkers. That evening we met for dinner at a place close to our hotel. I recall laughing a lot at dinner and on our walk back to our rooms. We parted with the plan of meeting up for breakfast in the morning. That night I called my husband and chatted a bit, then I watched TV and balanced my checkbook.
The next morning I had a wake up call from my friend Rhonda. She kept telling me I sounded funny I popped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I made it to about 3 feet from the door. I fell hitting my head on the metal door jam of the bathroom. With all my might I grabbed that door jam and pulled myself up again I fell again hitting my head on the sink. I had stubbed my toe on the first fall. I thought perhaps I had broken it as I kept falling. At one point I was standing by the bathroom door and could reach the safety latch and had the foresight to unlatch it. I was just getting more frustrated by the minute and I was going to be late. There was a knock at the door. It was my friends looking for me.
Through the door I told them I keep falling down. I heard one of them say you better not be joking. I was known for practical jokes. Somehow still on the floor I got the doorknob and opened it. They looked at me and gasped. Rhonda said something