WatchDog monitor works like a charm

摘要

TIWO years ago this fall, my husband, John, woke me at approximately 4 a.m., rubbing a knot on his head, telling me he didn't, know how he got home and asking did I happen to know what had happened? As his memory returned, and we slowly pieced together what had happened — and made a trip to the ER—we realized that during one of his many trips to the grain dryer that night, he had slipped and fallen head first from the dryer about 5 feet onto the concrete below. Thankfully, he suffered little more than a severe concussion and plenty of soreness.