So, yesterday, Tory fell down the stairs.
This was no small fall, either. No tumbling down the stairs. She slipped coming up from the basement and fell off of one flight and onto the next. When Joh got there, Tory was crying and complaining that her hand hurt. Well, Joh piled everyone into the car and headed for the ER. 3 hours later, they were able to tell her that Tory had no broken bones, and that we should ice it and give her Ibuprofin. Since she was not told how long it would be till anyone could see her, she had to wait in the (cold hard) waiting room. Couldn't wander around, maybe to some place that Stuart could crawl around. Nor to the pharmacy, 100 ft away, where she had a perscription waiting. Time was so tight between the Dr finally discharging them and our meeting at the pre-school, that everyone ate PB&Js in the car. Joy!
At least Tory is alright. Oh wait, didn't I mension that everyone but me is sick! FUN! Sleep well. I know I won't.
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