Mail Order Bride Hits the Deck... and the ER

M.O.B. took THEBOY rollerskating last night. While there she fell and broke her wrist. She's at the hospital now, due to get pins put in shortly.

It wasn't the greatest evening, let me tell you.

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It hurts her quite a bit, and she's basically shrugging off the morphine they're giving her. She just happens to have an unusually high tolerance for opiates (in the psych industry that's called hyporeactive). A medical person raised an eyebrow upon learning that her dose was having basically no effect. M.O.B. had to explain that she's not a junkie, and in fact her mother's like that too.

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Yeah, I was changing a nuclear diaper last night when my phone rang. I couldn't answer it immediately. It's no fun to learn by voicemail that one's bride has been hurt and needs you ASAP. A kind stranger (well, she works at THEBOY's school) took M.O.B. to the ER. Of course, that meant the van was still at the skating rink. It's walking distance, so we did just that. I gave THEBOY a flashlight, put THEGIRL in the stroller and took off in the dark to fetch our ride.

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BB's current therapy.

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So I'm at home with THEBOY today, as it's an in-service day or something. M.O.B. was going to be here with him, but of course, things changed.

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It's her left wrist, by the way. Broke one bone in three places and chipped another. When that woman does something, she goes all out.

Hurt like hell, she says, but her gallstone was worse.

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Better go do something productive.