Ouch!

Dad had a bit of a mishap on Friday night. Coming up the steps from the basement he apparently fell forward and, as near as anyone can figure, hit the top of his head on the doorframe and cut it pretty significantly. Mom was upstairs in the bedroom at the time and wasn't aware of this till Dad called her saying she "better come down." By then he was already trying to clean up the mess. (Whether he may have been momentarily knocked out no one knows.) She called Steve to take them to the emergency room but got concerned about the bleeding and called in an ambulance which took him in to the hospital where Steve and Rob met them. He has a cut on the top of his head that required 15 staples. They scanned him for a concussion and didn't find anything, so the stapled him up and sent him home--without even a wheelchiar to the door! Except for the aesthetics of the cut, he seems none the worse for this mishap. I had just asked Mom the day before if he had fallen lately and she'd said it'd been some time since he had. Coming up those steps seems to be his downfall, even though he uses the other handrail Chris installed.