Miss me? Me too :) On January 23rd, it was a Saturday, I was helping a friend pack their kids room for a move. I stepped up on a bed. Of course, I removed my shoes because I'm not rude. After I finished the work that took me up on top of a bed, I stepped off...on to my shoe...and fell. So yeah, I broke my left wrist. I heard a loud pop. And this thing has been my constant companion ever since. Pretty, huh?
This is the second time in my life I've broken a bone. The other time I was 10 and it was my right wrist. I can tell you that this time around has been so much worse for several reasons.
- I am not great at typing with one hand.
- I can't drive well with one hand.
- One word...bra...'nough said. Seriously, try it one handed.
- Showers with one arm wrapped in a trash bag? Not easy.
- I can't straighten my arm...even when sleeping.
- I can't open ziploc bags unless they have actual zippers.
- I haven't tied my shoes in almost a month. I just step in and deal.
- Toothpaste...try it.
- Putting hair up in a ponytail/clip one-handed...not happening.
- I don't bother unbuttoning or unzipping pants anymore. I've become the master of quick changes.
It's also been eye opening. I'm a very prideful person. I know! I never realized how self-sufficient I am. I've had to learn to ask for help for little stuff. It really stinks. I have to trust that my daughters hairdressing skills are not going to give me a "daddy ponytail". But I've also come to be thankful because:
- It could have been so much worse.
- Where I fell was between two hard wooden beds.
- My head missed the second bed by inches.
- My back and spine missed a large wooden dresser by inches.
- When I fell, I was holding a handful of nails.
- I was in the company of a friend who saw me fall and was there to help.
- I didn't twist my ankle stepping on my shoe.
- I have a amazing husband who came to be with me at the ER.
- I'm right handed!
- My family is amazing! They've been really helpful and patient with me.
Anyways, it's not been a great month for me but then again sometimes it takes something sucky to make you stop and appreciate the wonder of the ordinary. I get to rid myself of the beast next week. But in the meantime, I'll survive.
Here's my yucky X-ray for all you sciency people. Pretty gross.