Memory

 I had a memory of skiing in California...I fell and hurt my arm. I think I was dragged down  by ski patrol in a sled. I cannot remember the injury happen. They had a clinic at the ski area where the Xrayed me. I remember a long wait and impatience.

I was diagnosed with a broken femur. They put me in a cast...and we drove home.  

I was upset...drugged up. I wanted to talk to my father. We called from the car. As usual, my parents were on 2 extensions. There would be no speaking to either Mom or Dad alone. They could not have been more UNSUPPORTIVE or uncompassionate. I remember arguing with them. They hated I was in CA and here was more reason for me to not be there. I can't remember the injury, but I can remember the phone call in the car...insult to injury.

A month after, when I was back to Manhattan Beach, I went to get the cast removed ...I was X-rayed...no break! No reason to wear a cast for 2 months...no reason to be treated so badly by the people who are your family. All for naught!