Today, 01:24 AM
(Yesterday, 10:51 AM)sally Wrote:(Yesterday, 09:27 AM)BigMark Wrote: What I wrote in 2013...
Now lets talk about the broken ankle, three weeks later I had a two hour surgery installing eight screws and one plate, woke up in agonizing pain, it was horrible. Want to change your life? Break your fucking ankle!
Yeah I'd much rather brake my wrist if I had to choose. My friend's dad accidentally broke her 6 month old son's leg years ago while he was babysitting. He walked up to the corner bar and grill with him and the story turned out that the baby slipped out of his arms, when he caught him by the leg he snapped it. He was our roommate at the time and the baby screamed all night long. I kept knocking on the bedroom door asking if he was alright and he told me that he's just being fussy. I knew it must have been something more than that like an ear infection or something, but I never imagined his fucking leg was broke. The next morning my friend took him to the hospital not knowing what was wrong with him either and of course they called DCF right away.
Ahhh, fuck!!! He must have (and kind of should have) felt horrible when he realized the baby’s leg was broken.
When my kids were infants (literally a couple months old) I had a p/t “mother’s helper” that would come in while I was around to help me with them. She strapped them into a double stroller for a walk one day and my daughter was crying (it seemed excessive but I wasn’t too bright; I thought she’d be fine once they got into strolling). Anyway, later that day I was changing her diaper and I discovered a wound on the side of her abdomen. I realized after a lot of WTF’ery that when she was snapped into the stroller her skin must have been pinched in the clasp on one side. No wonder she was hollering! I felt horrible. I think she probably spent 30 minutes on that “stroll” basically getting tortured. PTSD.
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