Wow! A whole week has passed and in that time, emergencies occurred with both my and my husband's aging parents (my mom, his dad). I don't want to dwell on the details, but your prayers are appreciated for their healing and our patience, wisdom, and decision-making abilities.
I've spent a great deal of time researching assisted living facilities even though mom hasn't agreed yet, and my sister and I each visited a few. The conversation is not going to be easy.
My finger is still in the splint. There is a tiny piece of bone that holds the tendon that is not where it's supposed to be. It's too far down the finger to become reattached (I know that doesn't seem to make sense, but if you saw the x-ray, it would), so I'm counting on some scar tissue forming to hold the tendon and prevent my finger from staying bent.
|Gosh! I love puns!|
|Silly middle school humor cracks me up!|
|The creator of this meme misspelled dinosaurs.|
I have to make sure everyone knows it wasn't my mistake!
And last, but not least...