It is enough to say what was done.

When I pulled my discharge bag away to protect it, Beatrice knocked the base of my right crutch out from under me with her foot, and I went down hard onto the floor, onto the leg that had been rebuilt only that morning.

I called out for my husband, who was standing perhaps three feet away.

He did not come.

He looked at his watch, and frowned, and said, “Mom, hurry this up.

I have a conference call in twenty minutes.”