Mmm...Writing *Homer Simpson impression*

 

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Between my arm, appointments, and work, it seems I completely spaced on marking The Rare Writer's dozen-year anniversary!

Continued thanks for continued following.

Cheers!

That Time I Broke My Wrist

 

I haven't posted on here in a little while, and for good reason: I've only got one hand to write with.

The very beginning of March, while getting ready for work, I slipped on the strap of my laptop bag, went down two stairs going to our front entrance-way, went to brace myself with my arm and crushed it. Horrible, horrible pain followed and my father drove me to Emergency. 

After five hours of triage, waiting, and an x-ray, the doctor confirmed my wrist was broken. I got a plaster cast, a shot for the pain, and another x-ray. Lousy experience, but the staff at Queensway-Carleton Hospital were great!

I took the rest of the week off work while my cast set and I adjusted to life with one arm. I couldn't use our basement, got roughly five or six hours of sleep over three days (nearly all of that in a chair in our family room), and needed help with everything (and I mean EVERYTHING!) By the weekend, I was finally able to sleep in my own bed, and my manager was nice enough to order me some pre-made food that was shipped to my house.

Week two, I was working from home, going for walks for exercise, and drive-thru's for an "out." Very reminiscent of the pandemic. And my cast was firm enough for my family to sign and draw on!

Another week and I had a follow-up appointment with Orthopedics. I still needed a cast for a few more weeks, but my arm had shrunk in the plaster so they put me in fiberglass, coloured green per my request. The fiberglass was a lot easier to cope with. It freed my fingers, so I was able to do a few small things somewhat more independently, like dress, make breakfast, carry a few small items and, most importantly, read comics properly! 

Earlier this week, the cast came off. My arm didn't really hurt, and x-rays were a million times less painful than before, but there was still the tiniest bit of healing left, so now I'm in a rather cool-looking plastic/Velcro brace for two more weeks. More hand movement and some limited grip strength. It can come off too, which meant I had a proper shower for the first time in well over a month last night! 

After the two weeks, everything comes off and then it's physio. The end is near but still, it's been a time...

So grateful to everyone, parents specifically!, for all the added help, support, thoughts, and so on.

Cheers!