Some of you may have noticed that I was getting a little uppity about conquering the computer and this blog. Well, shut my mouth! Yesterday at about 5:30 when it was as dark as a pocket, I was walking the dog, and a car came around the corner. To avoid becoming roadkill, we moved over to the side of the street. Unfortunately (understatement), it was the icy side of the street.
Before you get to fill in the blanks, let me. I did exactly what you're not supposed to do when you flip up into the air and gravity takes over. I "broke" my fall with my right arm. That's right, my right (fore) arm. Oh Sam, so wrong wrong wrong!
Skiers know about broken bones; we know about how it happens, when it happens, and why it happens. We know the awful telltale signs of shock. You'd think all that knowledge would help, but all it really does is deliver the bad news to you before anyone else. At least you know when to sit and stay like a good dog.
Long story shorter...the interminable wait in the ER, the xrays (already had enough to glow in the dark), a splint, an appointment next week with my trusty osteopod (he designed and built me a new knee 7 years ago), and a no-doubt overdue downgrading of my hubris to humility. Therefore, my blogging days must change. I will be spending a lot more time reading your blogs, so take advantage of this captive audience. I am here to learn; please impart wisdom. In the meantime, I will be gazing longingly at my new full set of Unison pastels. Sigh.
The dog is outside chewing on a bone. How ironically thoughtless of him.