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| Before the incident |
Yesterday morning, after we got to work, my little mama went to shut the (sliding) van door after getting out her bag...and shut the door on her hand. There was blood, there was horror, and there was a little mama saying she would be fine once we (I) bandaged her up. Now, my mama is my mama. She's in her sixties AND OUGHT TO KNOW WHEN TO GO TO THE DOCTOR AND WHEN SHE IS FINE. So I bandaged her up (4 cuts on 2 fingers, one pretty deep), all the while asking if she was sure we didn't need to go to the doctor. Guess where we went 7 hours later? To the doctor's office in our home town, where we waited. She had eventually realized she would need a tetanus shot, and that one cut might "need a stitch or two". Turns out, after all that time, stitches aren't really an option anymore. She got her shot, a round of antibiotic pills, and two fingers bandaged up like two puffy marshmallows.
Moral of the story: Your parents want to go to the doctor about as much as children do. So you'll just have to make them, by invoking how stubborn and annoying it is when THEIR parents do the same thing.
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| Today |
Ah, your mom! I hope she's doing better now. My mom fell the other day, and told me about it (she lives a couple states away), but what she DIDN'T tell me is that she got a concussion. I had to learn that from my brother! Needless to say, I am a grumpy daughter. She "didn't want me to worry." Oy.
ReplyDeleteMomTalk aside, I love the colors in teh second outfit. That top is purdy! And you pull the blues/purples of it out well with the blue...cardigan? Jacket? Outerwear.
Oh, no, I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. I hope she's feeling better today.
ReplyDeleteAnd although I think you look fab in red, I think blue might also be your color.