'Tis the Season
I've been offline for too long - this time with a broken wrist which has made typing very slow. However, I've been well able to use a mouse so I've kept an eye on all you folks.
The broken wrist was the result of JD running into me from behind and causing me to slowly subside to the (very uneven) ground. I didn't fall heavily, just awkwardly, and I both heard and felt the bone go. I tried to pretend it wasn't so and walked round the glen with the dogs for the next hour, but when I got back to the car I realised there was no way I could drive and moreover, my wrist was swelling up to an interesting shape!
Luckily for me my son was on the late shift and hadn't left for work - he works at the hospital - and was able to come and get me (and the dogs). The A&E department here is usually pretty quiet and I didn't have to wait long for x-rays and stuff. It seems that when I fell I burst a bony cyst which took some of the bone with it. I must have plenty of these cysts because that's exactly what happened a few years back when I broke my finger. Great.
Anyhow, I've been all plastered up in a stookie and it's bloody sore, especially at night when I don't know what to do with it. And it smells. Yuck. Which makes it even less pleasant to sleep with. Actually now it smells of fish - have you ever tried cutting a fish with one hand? My hat goes off to all those one-armed people who manage uncomplainingly.
I've had a lovely birthday today though, which makes up for my poor husband's birthday a couple of weeks back when I was marooned on an island in a storm and he was all alone. We went out to a lovely fish restaurant for lunch then went to collect the Christmas tree from the Forestry. It's usally rather muddy there, but as it's rained (mostly horizontally) for the past two months, it was a quagmire. We were in our polite going-out-to-lunch clothes, so it was all a bit hilarious *g*. Now husband is wrestling with the tree and the lights and I'm keeping well out the road! I shall join in later at the more gracious decoration-dangling bit. It is my birthday after all.
The broken wrist was the result of JD running into me from behind and causing me to slowly subside to the (very uneven) ground. I didn't fall heavily, just awkwardly, and I both heard and felt the bone go. I tried to pretend it wasn't so and walked round the glen with the dogs for the next hour, but when I got back to the car I realised there was no way I could drive and moreover, my wrist was swelling up to an interesting shape!
Luckily for me my son was on the late shift and hadn't left for work - he works at the hospital - and was able to come and get me (and the dogs). The A&E department here is usually pretty quiet and I didn't have to wait long for x-rays and stuff. It seems that when I fell I burst a bony cyst which took some of the bone with it. I must have plenty of these cysts because that's exactly what happened a few years back when I broke my finger. Great.
Anyhow, I've been all plastered up in a stookie and it's bloody sore, especially at night when I don't know what to do with it. And it smells. Yuck. Which makes it even less pleasant to sleep with. Actually now it smells of fish - have you ever tried cutting a fish with one hand? My hat goes off to all those one-armed people who manage uncomplainingly.
I've had a lovely birthday today though, which makes up for my poor husband's birthday a couple of weeks back when I was marooned on an island in a storm and he was all alone. We went out to a lovely fish restaurant for lunch then went to collect the Christmas tree from the Forestry. It's usally rather muddy there, but as it's rained (mostly horizontally) for the past two months, it was a quagmire. We were in our polite going-out-to-lunch clothes, so it was all a bit hilarious *g*. Now husband is wrestling with the tree and the lights and I'm keeping well out the road! I shall join in later at the more gracious decoration-dangling bit. It is my birthday after all.