Tough Cookie

I finally got out of the house on the second Saturday after my surgery. My tolerance for walking had improved enough that I was less likely to get somewhere and not be able to get back. My first adventure out was to visit My Other Mother. My Other Mother works at the office a few days a week and could be more aptly named Everybody's Other Mother but I don't really feel like sharing. Three weeks prior My Other Mother had tripped over an uneven spot in the sidewalk. My Other Mother is not a dawdler so she was moving pretty fast. Consequently she flew a short distance before skidding onto the cement. As you might well imagine she basically broke herself. She broke her upper arm at the shoulder. She broke her wrist right through the joint. She broke her pelvis. And, you should have seen the goose egg on her head. It took a couple weeks of wrangling and transfer to another hospital to get the surgery done on her wrist but finally she is over at the rehab hospital. So anyway my first time out of the house and what do I do? Go to a hospital and visit someone more messed up than me! Looks like she might get back to work soon after I do. I admire her because she is not a complainer. She gets discouraged like us regular humans, she just doesn't whine about it.