We got a call this evening from Hubby's 70-year old brother, Alan. He climbed up on a stepladder to look for a shutter in the eves of the garage, lost his footing, and came crashing down with the ladder on top of him. The result was that he dislocated his right shoulder and broke the right humorous bone in his arm. He's in considerable pain, because there was no one at the hospital until Monday to take care of the problem. All that was done today was X-rays and a sling and some pain killers. I feel so badly for him. I've had a few broken bones in my life, and it's very painful. Now, unless he finds someone who can take care of it before Monday, he'll be immobile in a recliner chair with an ice pack and pain killers. Poor guy! This was his right arm, and of course, he's right-handed, so he'll be incapacitated well into the summer.

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