One hour, 10 minutes (with 3 kids) in the doctors office.
Told I have a "Crush Injury". A da. That is a really so technical. Did doc look that up in his big fat medical facts book? Makes sense. Hand crushed by suitcase=crush injury. Smarty.
Twenty minutes (with 3 kids) in hospital for xrays. Impressed that they were quicker than the doctor.
Hand kills from everyone touching it, poking it, posing it for pictures.
Me & the crush injury are going to bed. Not sure of the results yet..
- In (Not So) Perfect Balance
- Our life is full of wonderful, chaotic, blessed, hysterical, insane, magical, sad, scary, sweet, mind boggling, moments. While balancing life with 3 cherubs, parents, sisters, BIL, In-laws, 1 teaching career, and many good friends; I find that our life is moving far toooo fast. It is important to cherish and record the moments as we consistently try to balance our scale (God forbid I make a photo album)! MB
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