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As if life wasn't topsy turvy enough here, Saturday my mom broke her leg. When I say broke I mean, she snapped her lower fibula and dislocated her ankle. It was very close to being a compound fracture and I can now say I never want to call 911 again. Wait, let me start at the beginning. My mom hates camping. She likes beds, not cots, or worse, the ground. So Friday my sister's girlscout troop had a campout. My parents went with Megaronni and they came back early Saturday morning. My dad told mom to just go shower and he would unload the truck with the help of us kids. Mom declined and said she would help. She was putting some equipment in the shed and she tripped coming off the patio and landed in the flower bed and started screaming hysterically. Now, since I didn't see it, I came running, but my first thought was "Holy crap my small child has been crushed by a dutch oven!" That was not the case, but I took one look at her leg and ran screaming like a little kid for my dad. Why I didn't think to call 911 is beyond me. Anyways, I did call 911 after my dad yelled for someone to call 911. The ambulance came in record time, like four minutes, but Dad gave Mom a quick blessing so she wouldn't pass out. They took her to the hospital and then I laid down on the couch so as to not pass out after seeing her foot facing the wrong way. Ew.
Saturday around 5pm she had surgery and she came home monday night. We had to move half my parents bedroom (including their super heavy, but super comfy, temperpedic bed) downstairs. My one brother gave up his room and now my parents are occupying it. Mom has been moving around okay, but she's using a walker and a wheel chair. She won't be able to climb the stairs for at least a month, probably 3.
I'm glad I'm here to help, because someone has to be here most of the day with her. This way, my dad doesn't have to miss any work.
I've got notes on tv, but it will probably be a while before I can post. I'm too busy taking care of all this stuff. It's nuts around here!
Oh! And Ainsley is going to the potty like a crazy girl. She has only had one big accident, the rest she tells me, "Oops, mom, I just went a little bit in my panties, just a little bit." I'm impressed with her gusto for the toilet these days. She gets on and goes, every time! I think the Elmo panties really put her over the edge.
And, I'm no where closer to buying a car. Since my mom's little accident, I may just hold off a while. She can't drive, so someone will have to drive her around for a few months. Besides, I just haven't found anything I love. Except the honda odyessey that I can't afford. ptthhh.
Saturday around 5pm she had surgery and she came home monday night. We had to move half my parents bedroom (including their super heavy, but super comfy, temperpedic bed) downstairs. My one brother gave up his room and now my parents are occupying it. Mom has been moving around okay, but she's using a walker and a wheel chair. She won't be able to climb the stairs for at least a month, probably 3.
I'm glad I'm here to help, because someone has to be here most of the day with her. This way, my dad doesn't have to miss any work.
I've got notes on tv, but it will probably be a while before I can post. I'm too busy taking care of all this stuff. It's nuts around here!
Oh! And Ainsley is going to the potty like a crazy girl. She has only had one big accident, the rest she tells me, "Oops, mom, I just went a little bit in my panties, just a little bit." I'm impressed with her gusto for the toilet these days. She gets on and goes, every time! I think the Elmo panties really put her over the edge.
And, I'm no where closer to buying a car. Since my mom's little accident, I may just hold off a while. She can't drive, so someone will have to drive her around for a few months. Besides, I just haven't found anything I love. Except the honda odyessey that I can't afford. ptthhh.