Monday, February 12, 2007

"I'm Dying"

Mom woke up this morning and called me in with a weak and raspy voice.

Me: "What's the matter?"

Mom: "I'm dying."

Me: "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

Mom: "Something's not right."

Me: "Do you feel sick? Do you hurt?"

Mom: "Yes. My neck hurts when I turn it. I think it's broken."

She had been sleeping with her head on two pillows and basically she had a crick in her neck. I removed the top pillow and she put her head down. Crisis averted!
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1 comment:

Canterbury Soul said...

You certainly did your risk management well!