My mother fell off a ladder and broke her knee. It is almost comical. Almost. She decided she just had to paint the living room so she dragged out a ladder climbed it and fell off of it. After falling off she gets to the couch where the phone is. In an normal person the next logical step would have been to call someone or better yet 911. This is not a normal woman we are talking about (what? did you think I became weird all on my own? ) no she sat there and pondered her dilemma. My step father was in Tenn fishing, my uncle was at work and I was 3 hours away in Lexington. Never mind that my step father has a million relatives or better yet 911 was just a phone call away. No my mother sat and thought. She finally gave in and called my aunt and told her that when my uncle arrived home would he please call her back. He called back and does she then say I fell off a 5 foot ladder and my knee is black and blue? No she tells him she suspects she twisted her knee and when he "got time" would he please come and look at it? He arrives looks and says that a trip to the ER is in order. Off they went to the ER where and x-ray reveled that her knee was in fact broke. As a matter of fact I saw the x ray myself and it is very clear a nice straight line across the kneecap.
She tried to make my uncle promise not to tell anyone but I the ever diligent daughter that I am had noticed that my blackberry had been quite for 2 whole hours. My mother is famous for sending me "Hillary, What are you doing now?" text messages on average of once every 10 mins.(I am not kidding, a group of my friends and I, once counted for 2 days then averaged them). So I sent a text message asking how come she was not on AIM and to which she told me the whole story after dragging it out of her. And now she is stuck, a captive audience for my tales.