Monday, September 13, 2010

I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison for letting me fall down the stairs when I was just a baby...

I can't write a witty or soul-searching blog post on the main event here.  It's just too sensitive.  Here are the last 24 hours.

Email to friends:
R fell down stairs last night.  Went to ER.  Did CT.  Clear.  R up at 1:00.  Inconsolable.  Finally slept.  B up at 3:30 and 4:00 puking.  Clean puke in middle of night.  Twice.  Water leaking through living room ceiling this a.m.  R won't bear weight on leg this morning.  Go  for xray.  Broken leg.  Waiting to get into ped ortho.  Sigh.
Response from friend whose toilet broke.  Ensuing leak destroyed main and basement level of her home:
Oh my goodness. Together we could write a really moving country music song.


  1. My poor sweet baby...hope he doesn't suffer too much and that all of you can stay well and get some much-needed rest. Love, Gran

  2. Julie Lyles McKevittSeptember 14, 2010 at 10:24 AM

    So Sorry to see sweet Rand in a camo cast!!!! Wow, you've had a rough week or so in Pawleys Island & now at home.

    Love to you all- Julie

  3. Oh my gosh, you poor things. Hugs, hugs, hugs, and also naps. !


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