…I’ve had a little family emergency.
Well, all right: NOT so little.
My mom had a nasty fall a few days ago while cleaning the kitchen window. The Muskoka chair she was standing on to reach the top of it (it’s huge) wasn’t designed for someone to use its armrest as a footbrace, apparently, because it gave way when she leaned her foot against it. She came down on her right arm, and now she has a comminuted fracture of her right wrist.
Of course, this is right in line with Murphy’s Law. My mom, like most people, is right-handed. If she’d been a southpaw, I guarandamntee you she’d have fallen on her left arm and broken THAT wrist instead. The emergency doc even told her that people tend to fall on the same side as their dominant hand.
So now I’m her right-hand woman, literally. There are many things she can’t do for herself until that wrist heals–everything from signing her name on cheques, to putting on her socks. I’m cooking and cleaning and helping her keep the house in order full-time right now, so pray that I don’t have any similar mishaps–one thing I refuse to do right now is windows!
(PS to my friends from MMTF: When I’m not too busy looking after my mom, I’m here. Since the Malloy forum mods have decided to play jackass, I’ve decided to hang with a cooler crowd. See you there!)