Did the hospital explain how Sophie's ankle was broken? Because I would want written details of that. WTFF! (What the fucking fuck). I'm glad you guys are home, glad her pneumonia has healed up and thankful she has her family that guards her like the precious soul she is.
Good f-ing god. There is this hum in my brain: they broke Sophie’s ankle how did they break Sophie’s ankle they broke…FFS. I’m remembering long long ago we were talking, and you told me about Something Oliver Said. He said that when he was grown up he was going to change his name to Oliver Luck. And oh my!—broken bones hurt. I broke three fingers when a friend who was trying to help ( i was in a body cast and unwieldy) smashed them in a car door. I was saw stars and other universes and couldn’t say any words but swear words. I’m sorry for Sophie’s pain and for your exploding/expanding tiny mother mind. I wish you all so much luck. ❤️
You know, it IS okay for you to feel and express your own anguish at your own life, and still be cognizant of that which others are experiencing whether near or far. I hope that you didn't get some helpful advice "reminding" you of how so very "lucky" you are. This is hard and its grinding and requires the mental and emotional (and physical) strength of 100 sages. Broken legs, btw, are not uncommon with our kids. People sit on the beds and aren't careful as to the location of our kids' legs. Had a friend to whom it happened and once, the ambulance attendant threw the heavy oxygen tank on top of my Sophie's legs, which left her with a giant bruise (only, thankfully). Mostly, I think it's amazing that more of us don't end up on a rooftop somewhere with a weapon in our hands.
I don't even know what to say. Okay- I'll say this- you know more than most nurses and many doctors and could probably pass the state nursing boards with one hand tied behind your back.
oh Elizabeth i’m glad you and Sophie are home and damn damn her foot! well-acquainted with hoyer (my sister) but have never operated it myself. and it rained. and you’re home and yes #ceasefire #stopkillinggaza
So very glad that Sophie is home. As someone else said, I am also glad that Sophie has such loving people that care for her. And you, Elizabeth are truly a wondrous woman. Hospitalists and the medical industrial complex have nothing on your “tiny mother, mind.“
Oh, Elizabeth...grateful Sophie is home and has such loving care in her life. There is a line and we, I, are at it and think one more thing and I will fold. But that one more thing happens, the line moves and we go on. But damn it's hard. Sending love to you and all those that support you.
"The screaming in my mind had become a roar an open mouth, a pouring, spitting invective, despairing language and bitter bitter cynicism over — what? — what would you say after over?" 🤬
I loathe that phrase about god not giving people more than they can handle with every fiber of my being. It opens up a vast, unarticulated rage.
Glad you gals are home and that you have your sister and Oliver to help, but damn, damn, damn the unlucky breaks with the foot. (HOW on Earth?!) Sending lots 'o' love and hugs from here. x0x0 N2
Did the hospital explain how Sophie's ankle was broken? Because I would want written details of that. WTFF! (What the fucking fuck). I'm glad you guys are home, glad her pneumonia has healed up and thankful she has her family that guards her like the precious soul she is.
Good f-ing god. There is this hum in my brain: they broke Sophie’s ankle how did they break Sophie’s ankle they broke…FFS. I’m remembering long long ago we were talking, and you told me about Something Oliver Said. He said that when he was grown up he was going to change his name to Oliver Luck. And oh my!—broken bones hurt. I broke three fingers when a friend who was trying to help ( i was in a body cast and unwieldy) smashed them in a car door. I was saw stars and other universes and couldn’t say any words but swear words. I’m sorry for Sophie’s pain and for your exploding/expanding tiny mother mind. I wish you all so much luck. ❤️
You know, it IS okay for you to feel and express your own anguish at your own life, and still be cognizant of that which others are experiencing whether near or far. I hope that you didn't get some helpful advice "reminding" you of how so very "lucky" you are. This is hard and its grinding and requires the mental and emotional (and physical) strength of 100 sages. Broken legs, btw, are not uncommon with our kids. People sit on the beds and aren't careful as to the location of our kids' legs. Had a friend to whom it happened and once, the ambulance attendant threw the heavy oxygen tank on top of my Sophie's legs, which left her with a giant bruise (only, thankfully). Mostly, I think it's amazing that more of us don't end up on a rooftop somewhere with a weapon in our hands.
*** God only gives you what you can Hoyer.
Holy shit. All of it. But thank the what-you-can-handle-measurerer-outer that you all are HOME.
I don't even know what to say. Okay- I'll say this- you know more than most nurses and many doctors and could probably pass the state nursing boards with one hand tied behind your back.
Also, Hallelujah. Damn, but Sophie looks good.
oh Elizabeth i’m glad you and Sophie are home and damn damn her foot! well-acquainted with hoyer (my sister) but have never operated it myself. and it rained. and you’re home and yes #ceasefire #stopkillinggaza
So very glad that Sophie is home. As someone else said, I am also glad that Sophie has such loving people that care for her. And you, Elizabeth are truly a wondrous woman. Hospitalists and the medical industrial complex have nothing on your “tiny mother, mind.“
I absolutely love your infinite mother mind.
Oh, Elizabeth...grateful Sophie is home and has such loving care in her life. There is a line and we, I, are at it and think one more thing and I will fold. But that one more thing happens, the line moves and we go on. But damn it's hard. Sending love to you and all those that support you.
Screaming into the void with you. I’m so glad you’re out of the hellhole. Love to you and Sophie and your brave sons. Rebecca
Elizabeth, Sophie, I pray that your days forward and calm and good things come your way.
"The screaming in my mind had become a roar an open mouth, a pouring, spitting invective, despairing language and bitter bitter cynicism over — what? — what would you say after over?" 🤬
I loathe that phrase about god not giving people more than they can handle with every fiber of my being. It opens up a vast, unarticulated rage.
Glad you gals are home and that you have your sister and Oliver to help, but damn, damn, damn the unlucky breaks with the foot. (HOW on Earth?!) Sending lots 'o' love and hugs from here. x0x0 N2
You cannot make this shit up. Gawd.
Sophie looks oh so serene.
You and Sophie deserve so much more -- good things -- than you can handle.