Well, for once it's not me who is broken. But I've got to tell ya, it's like the health karma is kicking my family in the arse hard.
One of my cousins fell because of the ice and broke her arm last week. Needed surgery, found out through ...wait for it... mom reading it on Facebook. Don't you hate that. Facebook.
Then, my Uncle; fell at work and banged up his hip, back and tailbone. Was showing us the bruises this morning when he came over. Dude, you can see the shape where he fell on the stairs. He's lucky he didn't do much worse. And it was the kidney area too...
Then, oh yes it's not over yet... my brother in law was installing washer and dryer in the new house; by himself, fell bringing it in from the truck with it landing on him. Has a concussion and was lucky that's all he's got. The frealing washer fell on him.
It's like what the hell is going on here? Walking wounded is an understatement.
I'm just sort of shaking my head in disbelief as to my family and this past few days. We have the worst frealing luck.
