Crud

You think that once they are 18 you are done. They can take care of themselves.  But if you've done your job right you still get phone calls because they need to talk.  And tonight I got a "I need to talk to my Mommy" call. My daughter is an investigator for Child Protective Services. I hate her job. She hates her job - she is battling a society that doesn't really value children.  Serious bad things happen. The emotional toll is horrendous.

And I'm so flippin' upset and distracted that later I manage to tangle up my own feet and fall.  Throwing my left hand out to block in the process.  I'm still not sure what I hit.  But I'm thinking I may have busted my pinkie on my left hand.  It hurts and it looks funny.  I guess tomorrow will tell whether I go get an x-ray or not.  And I dare not mention it because my daughter has already expressed concerns because I don't react to pain very much.  It's just like "Oh...Crud.  Well, there you go."