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I got cocky, I know.

Last week, I said to Mom that I transfer finest work. So, of course, on my first day back in the office after my heart went crazy on me, I fell. My legs are still not right, it seems.

To make matters worse, the first helper I called wasn't there.  The second answered but was not in the office. But he called some other folks.

Then one of the other folks brushed my joystick as he prepared to lift me up. I had turned my chair on to back it up, so it wasn't crunching me on the floor. His brush with the joystick brought me face-to-face with the toilet-paper holder, which I had already smacked on the way down.

It has been zero days since an accident.