A while ago, Mah mumma fell down teh steps while she was carrying me and hit the back of her head. She sed everyfing sounded funny and then she took a nap.
She’s okay now. Her tests have all been good. (I won’t say normal because that’s incorrect.) She had an episode wif ocular migraines shortly after the fall and thought she was dying. Teh opthamologist wasn’t concerned and sed we’re all dying, everyday, and that she was fine as long as the didn’t occur too often. Thankfully, she hasn’t had any moar.
I won’t let her carry me down teh steps anymore. Too scary. And I mean scary like a vacuum cleaner during a funder storm in a house full of strangers scary.