Well I was just sitting here drinking my coffee and checking emails. And I saw that I had an email from my oldest daughter, Kendra, 13 hours before.
It said that Kasi, my younger daughter, had a bad accident working out in the garage yesterday afternoon and broke her wrist.
Of course I immediately called Kendra.
Apparently it was a bad break. Kendra forwarded photos of the x-rays and the bone was completely separated.
Kendra said she was texting back and forth with Ross, Kasi’s husband, all evening.
Both their father and I are not into texting. We’re both stubborn and have to be emailed. He won’t even think of having a cell phone. I have one I carry in my purse and never turn on. What an old-fashioned pair we are.
But then I’m almost always home and sitting right next to my home phone, so it’s easy to get in touch with me.
Anyway Ross had taken her to urgent care and after sitting there for hours they finally saw her and said take her to the hospital.
That’s exactly what happened to me when I broke both sides of my ankle in July 2012. Sat in urgent care for hours. When they finally called me back they took one look and said “Call an ambulance.”
So off to the hospital I went on a Sunday evening and laid there till 10 p.m., only to be told I’d need surgery and to call a surgeon the following morning. I wasn’t able to schedule surgery till Friday. Which coincidentally was Friday the 13th.
So anyway Kasi is on painkillers and we don’t know at this point if she’ll have to have surgery. Apparently they put her under and snapped it back into place.
The email was of course last night, but I get off-line by 6 p.m. I used to have a laptop in the bedroom. But then I’d always think of something I needed to Google, and you know how that is. You end up going down a rabbit hole and come up for air hours later.
So of course I’m worried about Kasi. They wouldn’t let Ross go in with her due to Covid-19. He had to leave Andrew with a neighbor. He sat in the car for hours and went inside every little bit to see if there was any news.
Kasi didn’t have her phone on her and he wouldn’t leave the parking lot to go home to get it even though they live close by. He told Kendra he didn’t want to leave her. They’ve been married nearly 18 years and he’s always been very protective of her.
Of course it’s always bad to have something like this happen. But to have it happen during the era of Covid-19 is even worse because all the rules have changed.
I meant to talk about other things today, but as I just found all this out, that’s all my mind can think of. I’ll let you know what happens.
Kasi is 41 years old but by golly she’s still my baby.
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