So, it's
been three weeks since I blogged. This was purely accidental. Believe me. I
just took a really great vacation, and have really cool pics, of really amazing
places, that I really want to share. Really.
But once
again, life got in the way of the blog.
(What???
Again? Geesh!!)
First of
all was Kid One and Kid Two with Grandkid
One in town for the week after my trip.
And I'm
not gonna lie. This is the best kind of life to get in the way.
Because "hang
with kids and grandkid" is at the top of my
favorite-things-to-do list.
But after
that was the kind of life that gets in the way that is exactly nowhere on my
favorite-things-to-do list.
It went like this:
A busy last Saturday.
I
worked hard and accomplished lots.
My mental incentive
was the reward of a late night summer run.
Because I really love
late night summer runs.
Hot
and humid, gentle breezes, and emotions that only work themselves out with hard and sweaty mileage.
And
I earned it.
So
less than a half a mile out I was already deep in my head.
And
too distracted to notice the uneven sidewalk that clipped the front of my
running shoe.
I
hit the ground before I even knew it was on its way.
Ouch.
A
few seconds on the ground.
And
a few more on my feet.
I
carefully assessed the damage.
This
included sobbing for 18 seconds.
Because
that was all I had left of my weekly sobbing allowance.
Assessment:
Knees scraped to bleeding, palm shredded, shoulder throbbing,
and a wrist with limited mobility.
But
I quickly recognized that nothing hurt as bad as I wanted to run.
Which
translated to... Just. Keep. Running.
So
I did.
Three miles later I began to encroach upon this week's
sobbing allowance.
And
I walked the finish.
By
the time I hit my door I could no longer move my arm without wincing.
I
could not remove my ponytail holder.
I
could not squeeze the shampoo bottle.
I
could not raise my arm to wash my hair.
Hello ER.
Hello elbow fracture.
And
a splint from armpit to fingertips.
Think Abominable Snowman.
True
story.
Kindly
add "fall while running and fracture elbow" to my
least-favorite-things-to-do list.
And so I had quite
the week.
I tried to blog.
About nine times. But typing hurt. And nothing inspired, or inspiring, dared escape my
brain.
I
could not photograph. No holding a spoon, much less a camera.
And
photo editing? Impossible.
Piano playing, writing, job interviewing... nope, nope, nope.
So I decided to sit the week out.
Enter this morning
and a trip to the Orthopedic Specialist...
Finally!!
I walked in with
visions of brightly colored casts in my head, carefully considering which would
make the best summer accessory.
And I walked out
with...
NO CAST AT ALL!!
Yay!
Yay!!
YAY!!!!
Because
apparently this type and location of fracture is best served by healing that takes
place with movement rather than immobility.
Now,
don't get me wrong. This does not mean it does not hurt. It does. A lot.
And
there are only so many ways I can move my hand, wrist, and forearm. Even a little.
But
really. In a few more days I will be able to run again!
And then as I can start adding in the other activities I love. Like holding a
camera. And a spoon.
For today, I'm just happy to be back at the blog. (What??? Again? Geesh!!)
With really high
hopes for next week posting some really cool pics, of really amazing places, from my really great vacation.
Really.
(And just for fun...
Fuzzy Me.
And Abominable Snowman.)
