Last night I was painting a bookmark, hoping to list it along with others on Etsy by Sunday.
As usual, I dropped a couple of things. Yes, I am a big‐ole clutz!
I was sitting in my office chair that has armrests, and I didn't give it another thought.
I reached over to pick up ehat I had dropped, and heard and felt a horrendous pop and snap. Sudden burst of pain. I do believe I have broken a rib on the armrest.
Why do I think that? Because I did the exact same thing about a year ago, but on my left side. Same way .. on the armrest. It took weeks to heal.
This time, I have a bad cough, which does NOT help. I actually think this time is a bit more severe because I couldn't even sleep on that side last night. Each movement caused pain.
But this is a post about Weslee, right? Right. So... when it happened, I screamed a short little scream when I popped the rib. He immediately paid attention and checked on me. Made sure I wasn't dying, etc.
As somone with autism, he often can't feel compassion for others. He tries, and in some instances, like what happened on 9/11/2001, he can cry buckets. So when he feels concern for anyone else, it shows the true Weslee that is deep inside.
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