Welp, there’s a week of my life I’m never going to get back. Where does time go, people?
Last week I was crawling into bed at 10pm when I received a frantic phone call from my mother. She was in obvious duress and needed me to come over, so I threw on some clothes and made the 7 minute trek over to her house. The outside door was locked so I couldn’t get in, so I called and was like I’m sorry but you’re going to have to come let me in. After a minute or two I was concerned that she wasn’t there yet, so I peaked in the front window to see what was going on. She was totally on all fours crawling to the front door.
Turns out? She had fallen on her way to the bathroom and hurt her ankle.
The 90’s child in me screamed “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” at least 100 times throughout this whole ordeal.
She refused to go to the hospital to have it checked out, so I stayed the night to be sure that she was ok. We headed to the emergency room the next morning to ensure that it wasn’t broken. It wasn’t.
The image of my mother using crutches for the first time is something I’ll never forget. Ever. In my whole lifetime. Hilarity.
Also? The image of my brother giving my mother a piggy back ride to the car is something that I’ll never ever ever ever forget either.
Growing up I learned very early on that with injuries came attention. My first and most popular injury was at a Sparkles skating rink. My (former) friend Laura didn’t invite me to her birthday party and my grandfather felt sorry for me and took my bro and I skating. It was a couples skate (yep, with my brother. Glad not too much has changed!) and there was a curve, lots of tears, and a broken wrist involved.
After that, I was injury prone. Sprained ankles, wrists, etc. After each one, Mom would tell me to take 2 advil and a hot bath and everything would be alright. That was essentially her calling bullshit, I eventually learned.
Well, I’m calling bullshit now…shit wasn’t even swollen and I had to fix dinner, go to the grocery store, pick up lunches and the like. I’ve even noticed that she starts limping only when she wants us to do something for her. Bull. Shit.
You better believe that the next ailment I have it totally going to be payback…so she best be preparing herself.
