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| A Glass Cup is No Mach For Our Hell Raising. |
I think
this is the second to last, or penultimate as my computer so
helpfully just suggested, medical emergency related to our travels,
or is it travails in Colorado. It seems like we were always in some
state of catastrophe I can only image with with anxious giddiness my
grandparents must have anticipated our visits. We honestly did not
spend much time there, maybe 6 to 8 weeks in my whole life and in
that brief time we were always going to emergency room, or hospital
or something. We were so mind numbingly bored maybe it seemed like a
reasonable respite to pop into the local medical facility to break
the monotony. This particular trip was necessitated because my
brother and sisters were fighting in the kitchen over something and
some way a cup, a glass cup that should have been hidden from the
hell spawn grandkids, got thrown on the ground. My sister Mary was
siting on the counter when the glass was broken and she decided to
jump down onto the shards. It naturally cut her foot quite deeply and
we all got to hang out in the waiting room of an emergency ward that
at least had some magazines with good pictures not like that useless
New Yorker. We got out of the house, she got stitches and except for
the cup there was no harm and much good done.
