On the lawn outside my balcony. I thought maybe she had hurt herself but when I reached to pick her up, she zipped off, right as rain. I guess she was just getting some sun.
I'm still trying to find funny ways to talk about pain. Does it count if, when my middle girl was in the hospital, we would joke about going up to the eating disorders floor and call the anorexics fat? Or pretending to have code blues? Or that I made earrings for all the nurses because I knew they would be better for my kid if they liked me?
I don't know. I do a lot of funny things to distract her when she hurts but mostly it's just watching her hurt. I'm not seeing the humorous side of that. It may be a failing of mine, maybe I am singularly morose and lack vision, but I see no funny side to my kid laying in bed, hooked up to tubes and wires and begging for something to make the pain stop.
I don't know what I'm supposed to tell them.
