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My stepdad fell out of a tree yesterday while he was pruning it. He's okay, a few cracked ribs and some bruising and scraping. Knocked the wind out of himself and managed to get up and come to the house, whereupon Mom called 911 and the EMS took him to the hospital. Xrays and CT scans, all clear except for the cracked ribs, and a prescription for Lortab for the pain, and he's to see his regular doctor tomorrow.
This beats me sewing into myself making that damn chair cushion. :) Of course, I wouldn't be joking about it if he weren't okay.
He's in some pain, and he's been being a good lad and taking it easy like the ER doctor said. He was piddling around with his birdhouses earlier (he makes birdhouses as a hobby now he's retired), and now he's chilling in his La-Z-Boy watching Law and Order.
I'm not feeling so well. I skipped class this morning because when I woke up I was very nauseated. It's just a migraine that won't either get bad enough for me to take strong medicine or go away.
This beats me sewing into myself making that damn chair cushion. :) Of course, I wouldn't be joking about it if he weren't okay.
He's in some pain, and he's been being a good lad and taking it easy like the ER doctor said. He was piddling around with his birdhouses earlier (he makes birdhouses as a hobby now he's retired), and now he's chilling in his La-Z-Boy watching Law and Order.
I'm not feeling so well. I skipped class this morning because when I woke up I was very nauseated. It's just a migraine that won't either get bad enough for me to take strong medicine or go away.
