Not my MIL tripping and falling and breaking her wrist on this the day of the geriatric Orthoses lecture *sigh* and a hundred percent trying to downplay it and barely even being able to get in the car.
Protective posture: CHECK.
Swelling: CHECK.
FOOSH: CHECK.
Possible concussion: DID WE EVEN TELL THE DOCTORS ABOUT THIS? I WONDER. ALSO, CHECK.
I swear to Goddess. I don’t know how they (my in-laws) are functioning? I am quite concerned? There is no stool in the car and now how are we going to get in and out now?
Could we maybe not pull on her arm to get her out of chairs because that's not how you fucking do it, Broseph. And has anyone talked to you about how to fucking do it? And why do you have carpets every which where in the house when you cannot consistently lift your right foot so as to step with it.
Anyway. Happy Wednesday. And for goodness sake stay active as you age.
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