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My mom broke her wrist last night. I'll tell the story in a later post, because I need to get ready for work, but it's bad... she has surgery on Monday, and needs a plate to be put in.
I'm thankful to God that it isn't worse, there was a 2-year-old involved, and she wasn't hurt. And this came from falling down stairs. So I'm glad the only thing that came out of it was a broken wrist. I could have been worse, like a broken ankle, or a broken neck.
Now the only thing that worries me is my mom driving me crazy... like last night. she woke me up twice, so I could crush her codeine for her, because she has a phobia of swallowing pills. These pills are just as big as a regular tylenol, which aren't that big. But she's like, I can't swallow them... and if I have to deal with this night after night I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm thankful to God that it isn't worse, there was a 2-year-old involved, and she wasn't hurt. And this came from falling down stairs. So I'm glad the only thing that came out of it was a broken wrist. I could have been worse, like a broken ankle, or a broken neck.
Now the only thing that worries me is my mom driving me crazy... like last night. she woke me up twice, so I could crush her codeine for her, because she has a phobia of swallowing pills. These pills are just as big as a regular tylenol, which aren't that big. But she's like, I can't swallow them... and if I have to deal with this night after night I don't know what I'm going to do.