OK, I’ve had all the time in the world to write this, and no time at all.
Short version: my mother in law came to visit for Thanksgiving. Thursday morning (at 2:00 AM) she fell, hard, and has broken her right arm.
She’s ok. Except? She’s not.
She’s still here.
This is a good thing, in that she lives alone, and at the moment cannot get out of a chair by herself.
This is a bad thing, in that I am ill prepared to be a nurse.
(side note: be nice to your kids, someday they’ll be the ones lifting your ass off the toilet)
More later, when I find my sense of humor again. This has been one. long. weekend.
Oh, one moment of levity - the day after it happened? She said (I’m not kidding): “Y’all go out, I can watch the kids.”
