She fought the ice..and the ICE won...

Well, okay.  She didn't really FIGHT it...she just sort of stepped off the bottom step (in pouring rain, I might add) and hit the one piece of remaining ice/snow pack from the last storm. And there she went, ass over teakettle like cartoon character, and hit the ground/concrete/flower bed edging/  with a crash.  I was holding a ridiculously large red and yellow and blue striped umbrella, much like a circus clown. I couldn't get up for a bit, and sat under said umbrella like a mad toad crouched beneath a mushroom.  And whimpered, and then cried and tried to push myself up (fearing a broken hip), only to find that I had extreme pain in my right arm. I switched the umbrella to my right hand and pushed up with my left, only to drop said umbrella because my arm/hand hurt. I hobbled on out to the coop and let the girls out, after struggling with door latch.  Not being a particularly quick study, I tried to scoop out chicken feed with right hand, cried out in pain, switched to left hand and threw it all willy-nilly about the floor of the run. Did the same thing again to get more for inside the coop, all the while juggling the clown umbrella and trying to unlatch the back doors of said coop. As you can well imagine, by now I am soaking wet, both from the rain, and from sitting on the ground. And from the tears.

 I came back in and the Irishman came out of the bedroom, took one look at me and said--honey, what in the world ???  And then I really started blubbering like a   giant clown-baby and said I fell and went back to the bedroom to change my sweatpants. He followed me and said husbandman things like: what happened? I was going to do that, why didn't you wait? and are you alright?  And I said, I think I just jammed my arm and I don't think I'm really hurt. And he helped me get some dry clothes on. I went out to the kitchen to make some eggs for breakfast.  But I couldn't pick up the plastic spatula. And by now, the pain was getting bad. And he said--we're going to the ER...and I said lamely, I'll be okay, if it still hurts I'll swing by after my meeting, really I think I just landed on it and jammed it pretty bad.  And he said YOU'RE BEING RIDICULOUS. And then I put the eggs back in the fridge and said, let's just go eat out this morning, okay? And he lovingly said, right after the doctor. And I stubbornly said...okay.  Because by now, I am losing all hope that this isn't really anything serious.  And we get in the car and I can't even get my seatbelt on.

 After x-rays of my wrist and elbow, the doc comes in and says, it' official--you broke your wrist. But it looks like pretty clean break, right distal radius (which I take to mean is the large bone that connects to the smaller wrist bones).  He says they are going to splint it and I am to call the ortho guy on Monday. He doesn't think surgery will be involved, that they'll be able to manipulate and set it, but of course, that will be up to the orthopedic guy.  Sooo...they splint and sling me and send me on my merry way with a scrip for painkillers to get me through the weekend.  We finally got to eat at IHOP and then picked up the drugs and came home.

We watched a couple of movies, ate a little supper, and I went to bed about10:30.  And Now It's 2:30, and I've been up for an hour. typing left-handed and this is all I've managed to write, because it's pretty slow going with one left hand. I got up because sleeping on my back and one hip, unable to thrash about because my right arm is elevated on a pillow, is not conducive to sleep. I took a pain pill before going to bed, so I was out for 3 hours before hip pain woke me up.  I'll be heading back to bed directly.


  Alright. I'm off to bed.  Just wanted to share my Saturday morning adventure with you all.  Stay tuned--it's bound to be even more fun and games in the next few days.



Namaste.