Yesterday, I was outside cutting some brush around 4:30 and got a call from my mother. She said she fell the day before and wanted to go to the hospital to get checked out. Thought she broke stuff. Went to her house, and the parts didn't look broken to me, but going to a pro is sensible. She wanted to call 911 for an ambulance ride cause she wouldn't let me lift her. Didn't seem quite right to me, but I wasn't sure who to call otherwise. Getting the wrong thing can get you good and frigged by insurance. Anyway, went to the hospital, and 8 hours later we got out.
My mother's a whiner, and at times acted like a 2yr old in there. Gets on my nerves. That's why I don't stop by her house as much as I used to. For some reason, she expects to always feel awesome, and she makes you acutely aware of every little pain and discomfort she's feeling. Over, and over, and over... Welcome to my world. I call that a day that ends in "y"(I should probably switch to Old English. Maybe that would help...). Anyway, she's mostly fine. They found something on the CAT scan that looked a little weird, and she needs to get to her primary about it. It was a long day.
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Home today. I had already taken off cause they were calling for rain all day(what it's doing). I didn't get to sleep til ~1:30 last night, and slept in til almost 8:00, so it all worked out about as well as could be expected. Oh, and dinner last night was a turkey bowl from wawa at 11:30. Pretty good. I like those things.
since dragging something so heavy involves tipping the machine up then down again to get some momentum to pull harder. The mini skid really is scary to run until you become familiar enough with it that it becomes an extension of your body like a chainsaw. You think every little move will roll it over.
