My son broke his arm yesterday.
I was convinced it was nothing.
Actually, no I wasn’t.
I wanted to believe it was nothing, in spite of any evidence to the contrary, because I desperately didn’t want to take him to hospital, and deal with doctors, nurses, x-ray technicians, etc.
My son is hurt. And I’m so fucking caught up in my stupid pointless fear that I’m more worried about talking to a doctor than I am about whether or not he’s really seriously hurt.
What kind of monster am I? What the fuck is wrong with me that I can be like this?