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So, after a month of everybody in my family coming down with consecutive cases of the three viruses going around...my mom broke her arm on Sunday. Yep. Helluva month.

'Course, it's always a helluva month, because it's when my brother died roughly 30 years ago. Heart attack, almost age 3. Birth defect. The doctors were not kind - the pediatrician, having told my mom earlier she was just hysterical and my brother was fine, developed a habit of hiding from her in the halls during the week he was in coma - which is why my mom is now such a whiz at health-related issues and has a near-pathologic hatred of doctors.

So we usually celebrate Valentine's Day and whatnot by my mom getting sick, my dad getting hazy, and my oldest sister getting extra-high-strung. (Not having been born yet, my other sister tends to blame herself for being alive, and I tend to take turns making sure everyone lives.) This year, proudly, we all celebrated by taking turns with the dreaded stomach virus instead. It's surprising how much better vomit is than unexpressed grief and anger.

And then of course there were the employment bits. When John (husband) started looking around for another job, as soon as a prospective employer contacted his current employer, his current employer suddenly yoinked his raise paperwork and put him on probation instead, saying his performance wasn't good enough and they might fire him. What's that you say? Fishy? Mm. Good news is, the new guys seem to have liked him, because he's in the final stages of the application now, and so we're looking forward to John not being fired for trumped-up reasons. YAY!

So yeh. Me mam broke her arm a couple of days ago. She was holding the youngest grandbaby (Aidan, 6 mos), and stepped on somebody's rolling suitcase (irony, she bought it for Calvin in the first place), and did a bit of fancy rolling to keep from landing right full on the baby. Split the head of her humerus at the elbow by driving the bones in her forearm too far back. Yowch. Kept the baby safe, though, so well done her. I'll probably be looking after her for a bit, as I tend to be the least busy and most flexible. Not being able to move her arm much is going to drive her sodding nuts. Particularly the bit about not driving...