He hurt himself again.

I find it funny when Dad is hurt. He treats it as if nothing is wrong. He twisted his ankle recently (swollen now) and didn't say anything. Even resting his good leg on his bad (eating an apple looking all leisurely). He still drives and walks around carrying stuff while we fuss around him.

Wonder if Mum knows about this..

This brings back memories for when he fractured his arm at his company's family day. He kept lifting his arm out of his cast as if the sling was an accessory.. Broken = not broken.