So, most of September was a blur. Somewhere between my usual routine of taking my kids to school and practices, fixing dinner, scheduling doctors appointments and studying for my Spanish class my husband managed to break his right arm and my 'exchange' son, Santos, managed to break his lower left leg.
Now, I KNOW you're thinking, "What the...?" or "Huh?" or "So?" However, for those who would like the details, please see below.
Ok, first the husband. For sake of space, he was riding his bicycle (mountain bike) one evening around 8:30pm downtown and got cut off by a car as he was about to cross the street. He locked up the front breaks, flipped over the handlebars and came down squarely on both hands; he broke the radius bone in his right arm and jammed the wrist and elbow of the other arm.
Second, Santos. HE was tackled playing football for his highschool JV team and got his leg broke. *sigh* Welcome to the 'American experience' and our medical system. Needless to say, he's ok but in a cast for the next 6 to 8 weeks. *Guess we'll have to turn those crutches into skis.*
At any rate, my life is about as complicated as I can take. I love my family, biological and not, but I need a frickin' break. Anyone got any ideas?
1 comment:
No, sorry, but I'll give you a hug!
*HUGS*
September was an evil month, even for me. So glad it's gone. I really hope things start to turn around for you!
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