Family
The Microwave Counts as Cooking, Doesn’t It?
Actually, I can use the stove. Or the Instapot.
So, my poor wife fell and broke six ribs. I suppose that sounds like she fell down three flights of stairs, but no, it was a simple fall to the living room floor.
She tripped over a chair leg, fell, and hit the floor hard. Part of that, probably most of it, is because she’s had too many other falls in recent years and has never fully recovered from them. That’s thanks to our wonderful for-profit health care system — so many days of allotted therapy and out you go, healed or not.
So, when she fell this time, she was unable to twist and roll, which would have helped. Because her right shoulder is almost frozen, and previous falls broke bones in her arm and damaged her fingers, she is unable to absorb any momentum.
Down she went like a 105 pound sack of potatoes, thud. Her six broken ribs will get that generous 20 days of therapy and not really heal, because she heals very slowly.
I Know How to Cook!
I emailed and facebooked this news to our friends and family. Everyone has been saddened to hear this, but apparently some assume that I am a helpless male who will flounder on my own. They seem to imagine me living on…
