. . . and some days you’re the windshield.
You know how on most things in this world, from medications to weather forecasts, they say things like 2% chance of _________ ? Well, meet my beloved daughter, referred to here as DD28.
If there is a side effect on her meds, she gets it. If there is a chance of falling down stairs, she does. If you can hurt yourself trying to keep from falling, she will. She broke her big toe riding in a car. Sitting still!!
She’s pretty much stopped sleeping, despite her meds, which is probably from the stress. She is rarely hungry, a side effect of most of her meds. And the thoughts whirl through her mind at an incalculable rate, like Sylvester (CBS – Scorpion) trying to multiply out to the nth degree what the possible outcome of any particular sets of variables could be – always negatively. She goes around making sure that there are no pointy objects left out (because a cat could be impaled on one, and die before we could get help).
I tell you all this so you will understand what happened today. She fell on the concrete steps outside when she took the granddog out to do his business, injuring both her foot/ankle and her knee, which she used to break her fall. My husband went down, brought up the dog and went back to help her. They get inside the apartment, she reaches for the arm of her chair, and it rolls away from her, wrenching her shoulder severely.
And she had taken all of her ice packs to her boyfriend’s apartment.
She calls herself part of the, “2% Mom, 2%”. Always. She was the one child I had labor for. Ended up with an emergency C-section. The cord was wrapped around her neck. Twice.
Where does that leave us? With no ‘Staff’ to do my wound care, or help me give the cat her sub Q fluids, or prep dinner for us. Granted, only the leg is truly an issue.
More than that, I am worried sick about her. She refused to go to the Urgent Care, which may be okay since they can’t do much for sprains. But they can tell you if you’ve torn part of your rotator cuff.
The day after is always when things hurt most. She went home with her boyfriend, the granddog and the grandpewpie (a teacup chihuahua referred to often as her “kidney”, because she’s more like an appendage or organ than a dog). She won’t be leaving home anytime soon, and I sure hope the granddog sleeps all day. . .
Please pray that she’s just banged up, and not in need of surgery. Thanks.