The blogging did not fracture my right wrist thus requiring surgery to rebuild it followed by months of recovery. I found no danger in blogging. Changing lightbulbs prove my downfall. After gingerly alighting from the stepladder, I attempted to step over a 2.5 foot fence encumbered with the ladder, a bag of bulbs, and a bottle of windex. My foot caught on the bent cast iron fence which catapulted me headlong to towards the brick sidewalk. I instinctively put out my handcout in order to break my fall; in retaliation the sidewalk shattered my wrist.
Suddenly I had to do everything single-handedly while hopped up on pain medicine. I quickly grew dismayed when I learned the extent of the break with bits and bobs knocked around like a jumbled jigsaw in a misshapen sack. Two weeks after surgery, they took off the dressing to see if the staples were ready to come out–they were not and I first glanced at the the jagged scar woven into my forearm. Shock followed by depression rising up in me with that sick chalky feeling every time I even slightly moved the wrist. I felt humiliated whenever I needed a friend or my partner Glen to open a can for me or even to wash my hands.
But recovery has come slowly, and although I must continue to wear a brace on my wrist for another month, I find it stronger. All this to say I couldn’t blog effectively in park because I could not type well one-handed ( I have since mastered it,) but also my soul was in shock from the trauma.
Thank God for good friends and thanks to the friends who cheered me with a visit, a YouTube link, a trip to Kohls to buy ladies’ stretchy pants that I don’t have to tie to put on. Thanks to my partner Glen and friends George, Zack, Doris,Barry, and special thanks to Tom, a neighbor and new friend. I do enjoy witnessing the beginning of friendship. Such a delicate thing. So much to learn and see formed.
But I’m back and wanted to say hi