Re: Broken arm

Ah, sweetheart, that is so sad...
I remember hurting myself and not being able to tell my mother because I had no visual injuries and knowing she would not believe me/ understand me... When I had my finger stuck in a cardoor once and there was a huge cut even inti the bone and the finger was made slightly crocked, I remember crying by myself in the bathroom and looking out the window feeling desperate. Not knowing someone was supposed to comfort me.
She then gave me some paracetamol and told me to go to bed. To this day I cant stand taking paracetamol, she always gave it to me when I was upset or was unable to get to sleep. I hate the feeling I get when I take it.