Last night, Braxton texted me from work: "Ma, can you meet me at Instacare?"
People, this is a regular occurance at my home. Boys. Teenage boys. Really, it has never mattered what age they were. Boys. Wild and crazy boys.
Anywho, Braxton was moving a helium machine and the cap popped off and hit him in the right side of the jaw. He saw stars. He has a mild concussion. He also has quite a bit of soft tissue damage on the left side of his face (jaw area).
The doctors always have, and still do, look at me and say, "You really can't make this stuff up!"
Oh, I know.
Trust me, I know.
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