Mom left a message at around 11:15 a.m. that she and Dad were going straight from church to Urgent Care, to have them look at her thumb. The medical folks there said that if it was a fracture, it was a non-displaced fracture, and put it in a splint/wrap/brace sort of thing. They told Mom to see the orthopedist as soon as the orthopedists' office reopened after the holidays. Mom and Dad got home around 1:30 or so. Mom had me preparing her food for lunch and helping her change her clothes. I'd totally expected that. Mom soon switched from the splint thing that the Urgent Care folks had put on her to some sort of wrist/hand brace that Dad had used for some issue of his.
B. is aware I'm sick, but is depending on me feeling better enough to come work on Christmas Eve. I think I'll go at as easy a pace as I can when I go there.
I talked to a manager from the home health aide agency on the phone and then later went to the library to fax in regular paperwork to them. B. had expected me to work this coming week one way or another, but it will in fact be through the agency.
I updated J. by text about the mama's condition. I texted to A., updating him on my work saga. The home health agency person I spoke to said that B. had called her ten times while she was on another call. When she did talk to him, she said, he was "literally freaking out." I could vividly imagine such, with what B. and R. refer to as B.'s "Italian temperament" and I say to B. is him being a drama queen. I felt a bit of schadenfreude about someone else feeling B.'s pain. However, I just said to the manager that I knew B. got anxious sometimes.