Or...How a Writer Learns to Survive Two Broken Wrists
I'm clumsy. Always have been. So it wasn't a big surprise when I fell over a dog gate a few weeks ago, but I didn't expect to break three bones in the process.
Now that I've had surgery, been "casted" and taken a good amount of la-la-land medication, thought I would reflect on a few things I've learned from this experience. Here goes:
- Elbows can come in unexpectedly handy - for opening sliding glass doors, getting toothpaste out of the tube, etc. Really, elbows are underrated.
- Surgeons DO have a sense of humor - mine told me it was good I wasn't seeing him during his busy season: Fractures Festival (aka winter). Oddly enough, he doesn't offer an off-season rate.
- Dogs have tremendous capacity for sympathy - mine sit quietly during nightly physical therapy exercises, their eyes filled with concern. Either that or they're hoping for a treat, but I'm pretty sure it's the former.
- It is possible to type with one finger. Slow, but possible. My index finger is working tirelessly while its colleagues are down.
- Speech recognition software can be entertaining. Where else does "mild scolding" turn into "Miles Golding"?
- Style doesn't have to be sacrificed at a time like this. My husband will take me for a mani/pedi shortly - something to match my purple cast... Love the shade Lost My Bikini in Molokini.
