Lest you think I am the only one in the family with gravity issues, I present the sole content from an email from her guy yesterday: Chunk from log splitter popped out and caught her just above the eye. We will be more careful in the future!! That was the first email, just those two sentences. WHAT??? So much information missing!!! That first sparse email was followed by a second, which just had this image of my mother: Yeah, that didn't make me feel any better. And I still don't have enough to go on - like did she lose consciousness? Did you go to the hospital? Is she making sense? I mean.... WHAT IS GOING ON???
The text message from Brother later that night simply said: Oh my goodness Because what else can you say? This is her fourth eye incident. FOURTH!!! The first one that comes to mind is when she stumbled on a bit of raised sidewalk and stopped her fall with her face. For weeks she looked like she’d gone a few rounds in a boxing ring and yet no one asked her about it. I mean this woman looked like she might need an intervention in her home life and not one person checked to make sure she was okay. And this wasn’t a “Did she mean to wear her make-up like that?” black eye; this was a kaleidoscope of colors all over her face. Some people suck. Mom’s second 'face hits a solid object' event was when she “tripped and gracefully fell” in the driveway, conked herself on the head on a rock and didn’t tell a soul. I found out a week later when she showed up at our house thinking I wasn’t there, the motley purple-green evidence still very present on her face. She tried to play it like I was over reacting but when your face is still swollen a week later; a doctor’s visit should have taken place. And when your daughter informs you of this, laughing in her face and telling her she worries too much is not a happy answer. The third incident was later that year when Tigger the Dog spotted a squirrel and “pulled” her over. I blame Brother for that one. Who lets a 60 something woman who barely weighs 100lbs walk a new 70lbs rescue dog with anxiety issues? We were in the Philippines trying to help Brother manage the situation from there but Mom refused medical care – despite not knowing the name of Brother’s girlfriend of many years. “But he’s had so many...” was her response. Cold! When I got back I insisted she go to a doctor and was pleasantly surprised when she reported she had. Until I asked her what the Doctor said about her face and she informed me it was the gynecologist she’d seen, for her annual check up, and that “the head wasn’t the part of the body he was interested in.” And now this little “chunk from the log splitter” popping out and whacking her in the eye event that they have informed me via email. Seriously? By email??? She, of course, will not be seeking medical care. Why should she worry that she’s whacked herself in the same area FOUR TIMES and that at Seventy-two, there might be an issue with repeated head wounds? Especially when it's is large chunks of wood flying out of log splitters and hitting her at what I imagine is not a pillow soft thunk and leaving that kind of bruising on day one? And the proper response to my concern is not to laugh and tell me "it's going to look spectacular in a few days." ARG!!! Adulting adults is so flipping frustrating!!! UPDATE: Picture of day two below. Sigh.
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Sympatico
8/3/2016 07:34:22 am
..at least they bothered to inform you.🃏
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ej
8/3/2016 04:26:04 pm
That is true - and 'inform' is totally accurate description of what they did. Just that, nothing more!
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