Chuy played a hard fought game of soccer on Saturday, complained when a kid cleated him in the arm but after icing it down, he claimed he was OK. Yolie'd given him Motrin and he played past dark out front on the tire swing. The next morning he looked rough. That ain't how your forearm is supposed to look, "Might be broken," suggested Preston's sister, George, who is a nurse. Xrays confirmed it wasn't broken thankfully, but apparently he'd bruised his wrist bone and they splinted him up.
"Can I still pay soccer?" he asked the doctor, "Yeah, tough boy, have at it."
I had Yolie, Grandma, Grandpa, Carolina, Jose and Monica all at my house to watch the kids with Chuck and Dewayne within shouting distance, but when Chuy and I walked in the back dor I saw CW and JoJo in a brawl. I quickly tackled JoJo, losing my shoe and ending up on the floor. Apparently he'd been picking on Nando, who CW went to defend while Paloma ran to to the next room to alert the adults.
I hollered at all the kids.
Nando's silver teeth have covered his rotted out baby teeth and I've spent three years at the dentist office trying to make Nando be more normal looking and dentally healthy. He'd moved in with us as a three year old with a grill.
I just can't get into the jail thing yet, it's been a year long ordeal that has broken what's left of my heart and it all seems to be coming to a head now, resulting in my body reacting to the stress apparently by the very severe pains last night. I felt like I had ground glass in my gut.
When Mom had her heart attack after my surgery that year she was refusing to go to the hospital I'd told her, "Get in the car or I'll have Edgar and Fabian carry you out."
She got in the car.
Good thing too as she was in bad shape.
Last night she told me if I didn't go to St Mary's with her she'd have Javy and Fabian throw me in the car.
They looked at her like she'd lost her ever loving mind. There'd be Hell to pay if they tried that. Maybe they outta call Edgar? He might could get away with that. They were absolutely alarmed both at Mom's request and at my obvious pain. I was bent over double and crying but I felt it'd pass eventually and I have white coat fever. Look what happened the last time I went to the doctors? I have a ten inch scar down my middle. However maybe it'd be worth it again for the morphine?
So Grandma was irked with me, I sent the boys to bed as it was ten p.m. and I struggled up to my room and waited it out.
I'm fine today and just came inside from planting tomatoes, 40 down, 160 to go...