My Mother....

My mother has this habit of minimizing things. From experience, it can sound a little like this:

"Oh, by the way, a 600 lb cow fell on your dad last Sunday. He spent some time in the hospital, but he's fine."

Or

"Your brother had a little chimney fire at their place the other night. Luckily the fire department got their before the whole house went up. Did I not mention this last time we talked?"

Or

"So it turns out the electric cattle fence will knock a grown man unconscious if they touch it. Oh, who found this out? Your father."

In unrelated news, it's possible my father is accident prone.

The most recent example went a little like this "I took a little tumble off the step. I seem to have landed on my arm, but I think it's fine."

If you looked through the pictures from the last post, you will have seen what my mother's arm actually looked like. Let's refresh our memories, shall we?

Despite her saying it was ... you guessed it.... "fine", I could tell she was hurting. The first night we drugged her up good with advil and tylenol so she could sleep. Some people may have considered a trip to emerg....but not my mother. After all, it's "fine".

I called mom tonight to see how the arm was doing. She said "oh, it's got some good color too it now", and promised to send me a picture after we got off the phone. I'm not sure if this is related to her minimizing how bad it looks, or if words simply couldn't describe it.

Here's what it looks like tonight....

My mother may minimize things. But she is one of the toughest ladies I know!! I guess having six brother's will do that to ya!