Irrationality
So, I came home to visit my mom yesterday. She's under the impression that she "broke [her] ribs" falling off the horse.
To which I replied, "Well, I'm sorry, but you couldn't have. You can't breathe very well with broken ribs. If you're well enough to mow the lawn, they're probably just bruised."
Of course, I know nothing. God forbid she actually roll herself to the emergency room and get it checked out.
And I'm very sick again, as per the usual.
But it really was a good day, ultimately, and I managed to actually go to Wal-mart and buy myself a new bathing suit like a normal person. I'm going up to Rainbow River later to dive; probably will return with new writings and maybe even some sketches again. Nothing to promise, though.
To which I replied, "Well, I'm sorry, but you couldn't have. You can't breathe very well with broken ribs. If you're well enough to mow the lawn, they're probably just bruised."
Of course, I know nothing. God forbid she actually roll herself to the emergency room and get it checked out.
And I'm very sick again, as per the usual.
But it really was a good day, ultimately, and I managed to actually go to Wal-mart and buy myself a new bathing suit like a normal person. I'm going up to Rainbow River later to dive; probably will return with new writings and maybe even some sketches again. Nothing to promise, though.