Then she looked at my chart again.
That was when I knew she knew.
Because the chart said I had been discharged from same-day surgery less than four hours earlier. It said I had laparoscopic surgery on my abdomen. It said I had lifting restrictions, dizziness from anesthesia, pain medication in my system, three fresh incision sites covered in surgical glue, and strict instructions to rest.
And now I had a split lip, a swelling bruise blooming along the left side of my face, and a laceration at my hairline deep enough to require stitches.
The story I had told triage—that I got dizzy in the kitchen, slipped, and hit the table—was sitting in one column.
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