Just....SCREAM
You know how I have issues with my mother? Yeah. I have them. Most everyone does. Though I've never really hated my mother. Resented her. Been angry with her. But never really hated her. Especially with all the stuff I went through with her when she was sick. I'm seriously over protective of her.
Yesterday she fell off her horse. Was dragged fifty feet or so. Down a mountain.
I heard that. Had already been on my way to find her when it happened. Weird huh? Yeah. Such is my life though.
Anyway.
Being who she is though she got up, got Munchie off his horse, and walked the rest of the way down the mountain leading both horses and a five year old. I got there just as she hit the bottom and managed to somehow ride one horse and lead the other back to the stables, through traffic and a busy intersection.
WALK, mind you I don't walk unless it's to the fridge or the bathroom, walk back and drive mom and Munch back to the house, carry her up the stairs and get her in to bed. Only to sit there for a few hours argueing the need to go to the ER. Guess who didn't win? Yeah. So guess who's going to be hovering over her bed until she finally gives up and lets me take her to the ER? Uh huh. Me.
I'm so worried that I IMed Matthew. Yeah. He was on, no one else was and I'm used to talking to him about stuff. Even if we don't talk at all anymore. Needless to say, I felt...better about mom but worse about me after that. Maybe I shouldn't IM him anymore no matter the desperate situation I'm in. Whatever though.
Still. My mom. Possible tib fib fx, and at least a stressed ligament though I'm thinking it's torn. Screwed up her back and shoulder, hip pain and a nasty bruise to her brow. Also...her right hand is bruised from palm to wrist from holding on to the reigns of Munchie's horse so that it wouldn't buck and toss him off.
Talk about Wonder Woman.
Maybe one day...if I grow up. I wanna be like that.
Yesterday she fell off her horse. Was dragged fifty feet or so. Down a mountain.
I heard that. Had already been on my way to find her when it happened. Weird huh? Yeah. Such is my life though.
Anyway.
Being who she is though she got up, got Munchie off his horse, and walked the rest of the way down the mountain leading both horses and a five year old. I got there just as she hit the bottom and managed to somehow ride one horse and lead the other back to the stables, through traffic and a busy intersection.
WALK, mind you I don't walk unless it's to the fridge or the bathroom, walk back and drive mom and Munch back to the house, carry her up the stairs and get her in to bed. Only to sit there for a few hours argueing the need to go to the ER. Guess who didn't win? Yeah. So guess who's going to be hovering over her bed until she finally gives up and lets me take her to the ER? Uh huh. Me.
I'm so worried that I IMed Matthew. Yeah. He was on, no one else was and I'm used to talking to him about stuff. Even if we don't talk at all anymore. Needless to say, I felt...better about mom but worse about me after that. Maybe I shouldn't IM him anymore no matter the desperate situation I'm in. Whatever though.
Still. My mom. Possible tib fib fx, and at least a stressed ligament though I'm thinking it's torn. Screwed up her back and shoulder, hip pain and a nasty bruise to her brow. Also...her right hand is bruised from palm to wrist from holding on to the reigns of Munchie's horse so that it wouldn't buck and toss him off.
Talk about Wonder Woman.
Maybe one day...if I grow up. I wanna be like that.