Damn

Went to check up on the BiPolarBear's mom this morning and found her in a heap of soiled blankets with her head somehow stuck under her bed. We had to lift the bed so I could help her up. The odd part was that her false teeth eventually turned up under the other end of the bed. I'm not sure if she'd been trying to crawl under the bed to get them or what - she couldn't remember much except that she'd fallen and hit her head on the radiator, "but the funny thing," she said, "was that after a while it just stopped hurting."

"That's because you were concussed," said the BPB.

Anyway it took the rest of the day to get her back together and calm the BPB, but I think it'll be ok. We probably won't be doing New Year's, tho'.