“I was on the kitchen floor for forty minutes before anyone found me.”
Caught my hip on the counter reaching for a tin on the top shelf. Went down hard. I don’t remember anything after hitting the tile. My neighbour found me when she came to return a casserole dish. The paramedics were already working on me when I came around, and the first thing the medic said was “we saw the bracelet.” They’d already adjusted how they were treating the wound on my head because they knew I was on Eliquis. Forty minutes I lay there with no voice. The bracelet was my voice.






