It's Not Christmas Eve Until Somebody Gets Hurt

What would a major Christian holiday be without a trip to the emergency room? Perhaps my Mom should have kept to her original plan of attending a 10:00 p.m. Christmas Eve mass at her own church, instead of asking if she could come to midnight mass at ours. Dr. J and I were only a few blocks away from church when we got a frantic call from my Mom -- in the process of getting out of the car, parked just across the street from our church, she slipped on some ice and fell, and feared that she had broken her left ankle! We hustled to her side, where Dr. J examined her in the backseat of the SUV, and sent her on to the emergency room.

So what did my Mom get for Christmas? A new set of crutches for her broken ankle, and a prescription for painkillers!

I guess we should be glad that she didn't "shoot her eye out" with a Red Ryder BB gun!