This time, it's Mom.
She tripped over a rug at the grocery store, fell and broke her arm.
Not a nice, normal break, either.
She sheared it diagonally. Of course.
So.
Eight-ish hours in the ER, and we're home. I won't regale you with the tale of getting her from the bed to the car. Holy hell.
Pray for my mama. It hurt so much to see her in so much pain, to see her crying so hard because it hurt so badly.
