Little g got a door close on her finger, basically when she was by herself and I had to leave work fifteen minutes early to take her to the hospital.
In the hospital while we are waiting for an elevator Lady G called Little g, and after the phone call was over, Little g said “She getting all ghetto on me just because I got my finger caught in a door. My finger is broken! I should be the one getting ghetto” which was kinda funny to hear but I was also wondering how her finger got caught in the door, and I probably would have gotten a little bit ghetto too if I was called at work for something that shouldn't have happened, but stuff happens. I told her “your mom has a lot on her mind and we don’t know your finger is broken” she assured me it was and that she would need a cast and she wouldn’t be able to go to school the next day, that’s pretty much when I knew it wasn’t broken.
I had Miss E bring the health insurance papers to the hospital just in case. We spoke like Saturday never happened.
Lady G says she hasn’t spoken to her daughter about Saturday’s incident yet, which I think is better for the both of them at the moment. At least I know now that any reaction will not be of the knee jerk kind which is what I worried most about.
and the doctor, Nicole, said the finger wasn’t broken
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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