Have you ever thought the day was wrong or that it feels like a different day? It’s felt like Sunday for the past seven days.
I “fixed” my tennis elbow issue just like *snap*that. How? Last Sunday I tripped, fell, and fractured my right humerus. I may have damaged the tendons and rotator cuff, too.
Mr. Aitch took me to the ER. X-rays showed a fracture. Went to an orthopedic surgeon, had an MRI, and am waiting to see the surgeon again next week to tell me how long I have to wear this fancy sling. Or if surgery is in my future.
I can’t knit. Can’t sew. Can’t cook, clean, sleep in bed, or do much of anything. I can’t drive either. Training Pepper is on hold. I can’t even get a glass of water by myself. Brushing my teeth is so difficult. I’m typing this left-handed and it’s slow going.
I’m trying to be a good patient but mostly I’m just trying. It’s so hard for me to not be doing something, anything with my hands. I have a long wishlist of books to read in my online library so I should be all set. Well, sorta.
Fortunately, Mr. Aitch has taken over everything to run the house and keep us nourished. He’s excellent with the grill but will soon need to go to the market. Please say a prayer for him. Or two.



