Back... Again

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.)