“It happened two days ago. I fell off a ladder,” she says, eyes averted.
“What’s happened since?” I ask as I exam the arm laceration, fortunately non-infected.
“Mom’s been sick. Electricity has come and gone with the ice storm.”
“And how’d you take care of this?” I begin to gather supplies.
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Too often, women in particular leave their own health to last...though sometimes, there is also more to the story then they want to tell.
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