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Broke my elbow today.
After the doctor showed me the xray, I called Mom to calm my nerves while he discussed treatment with another doctor.
When I told her I broke my arm mopping, she about died laughing!! Seriously--snorting, can't catch her breath, crying, laughing. I love her SO MUCH. From anyone else, it wouldn't have worked. But I would tend to feel sorry for myself if it were not for my family and their totally irreverent way of approaching life! She made me laugh, too. I think the ER doctor thought I was on glue.

Anyway, it's a messy break, but only because it's the same elbow I broke from a horse throw years ago. Only stupid bone I've ever broken, and now it's been broken twice. This time was so much less...valiant...than last. Maybe I'm getting old--the thought did occur to me. Who breaks their bones mopping, except old people? BUT, not regular mopping. I was arranging scatter rugs with my feet on the wet floor while singing along to Jimmy Buffett. One of the rugs slipped (and kept on slipping...). So did one of my legs. The good news is, I can still do the splits! Gracefully, albeit quickly! I haven't tried that in years. Didn't even hurt! The bad news is, my elbow's wrecked. I get to meet an orthopedic surgeon in two weeks.

That's about all for today. Except--the reason for the hardcore mopping--my brothers are coming home! Everyone's staying at our house tomorrow. They're on their own for clean sheets. I can't even brush my hair, much less put on a fitted sheet. :) They won't mind, though. It's a...complicated...time for my family these next couple of weeks. I'm glad we get to brave them together.

Oh, and Mom did text later and say she can't believe she laughed so hard about my broken arm. She thought I was just teasing her. Good save, Mom. Still blogged about you, though... :)