Drat - I hate it when the kid is so right, and I am so wrong.
I've had a bad pain week (long story), and haven't been out at all.
I didn't even make it to the acupuncturist on Friday, because I'd
have had to drive myself and I couldn't even walk. Not wanting to
endanger anyone else, I cancelled the appointment.
But today, I felt a little better. My mother wanted to take Amanda
and me for a pizza, so I thought there wouldn't be any harm. Mom
picked us up, and off we went. We were having a good time when all
of a sudden Manda interrupted and said, "Mom, we have to leave _right
now._ You look awful."
Because she is usually good at seeing these things before I feel
them, I took her warning seriously. My mother pooh-poohed it, and
took her sweet time driving. I still felt okay, and started sorting
the mail when we got to the house. Manda followed me in the front
door and yelled (!) at me; "Get upstairs Mama! I'll take care of the
stupid mail - Just go!"
I moved, mostly because of the emotion in her voice. And I made it
up four stairs before I collapsed.
Fortunately, there was an almost fifteen year old on my heels to
catch me and hold me in place until I was able to crawl up the rest
of the stairs. (With assistance) I'm now in my wheelchair, resting
up from my experience. Manda yelled at me for a while and is now
taking a nap (I think the stress just wore her right out)..
Crap - I hate it when she's right. And it looks like we're taking a
trip to the ER - when I fell, I think I broke a bone in my foot. It
is now totally black and I can't get a shoe on it. double crap.
- posted 15 years ago