The same day Oma passed away, Rosie fell 10 feet from a railing. I was in the kitchen and the boys were in the living room with her. The builders and the owners had failed to take the railing all the way to the wall, leaving a 10 inch gap from the wall to the railing.
I had texted the landlord and told her there was a problem and we needed it fixed. Fast forward almost a month and they never fixed it. (this would never fly in Denver).
After Rosie fell, I texted her (Rosie was crying too loudly to call and I was too frazzled to talk on the phone) and told her that there was a problem. She told me to cal Con, her husband. He never called or texted me back. Grr...Luke and Brian took matters into their own hands and fixed it themselves. It's super sturdy and will do the job.
Tari knocked $40 off the rent...lovely. My daughter could have been seriously hurt, but $40 will make it all better. Anyway, Tricia S., a nurse, came over and made sure she was doing well. Took her vitals, checked her eyes, bones, etc. Thank goodness for good friends and nurses.
After crying for several hours, Rosie would just point to the front of her head and complain about a headache. She didn't wake up at her normal hour the next day, but when she did wake up, this is the face that greeted us:
