Almost three months ago, I fell on the ice near my mail box and broke my left wrist in two places. In a split second I went from closing my mail box to realizing I crashed hard on the ground. The sheer force of my fall landed on my wrist.
You are not supposed to brace yourself when you fall.
I just reacted.I never had time to think, If I would have just landed on my back or side, the bruising would have been substantial, but there probably would not have been any breaks.
This icy day has led to many humbling discoveries and way too much time to analyze everything.
In the last ten weeks, I have gone from splint to purple cast to orange cast to brace. I still have three weeks of therapy and strength building. It has been a long winter.
One of the humbling discoveries that I have made is how hard it is to be isolated.
Both of my jobs had to be put on hold. I was forced to do a whole lot of nothing. I tried to figure out how to do most things with my right hand. I overused it and ended up with a stress fracture and a brace. Oh joy.
My loved ones are awesome and I guess that life goes on. I still whine a bit too much to those who will listen, but I can see the end and my return to my sense of normal.
I hope to learn from this.
