Monday night, I was playing soccer and as I went to juke a defender, I stepped on the ball and fell down.
It was a bit slick, having rained most of the afternoon, but I still felt pretty foolish as I hopped back up and kept playing.
I also felt like I broke my hand.
What?! Surely the tingling in my fingers and nauseating ache near the base of my wrist would go away. But, I found myself instinctively holding my arm close to my body and as still as I could manage. (While still playing of course. 😉 )
Ten minutes went by and an ominous lump and increasing pain made me call for a sub. Long story short, I drove myself 20 minutes to a friend’s house where my family was eating dinner, then later I drove myself the 20 minutes to Urgent Care and 20 minutes home wearing a temporary cast and with instructions to see a hand specialist.
- Mackenzie got to pick my splint colors, so I’m sporting one with two lovely shades of purple.
- Scott is on a fairly easy month, work-wise, so we’ve seen him every day. I keep him hopping when he’s here and he makes great headway on things like chopping veggies for dinner, folding t-shirts, and scrubbing pots – all things I struggle with doing with one arm. Next up? Clipping itty bitty fingernails.
- It’s kind of nice to relax my expectations for a while. Oatmeal for lunch, wrinkled clothes, dusty shelves… I’m sure they’ll get old eventually but for now it’s sort of liberating not to worry about the minor things.
- I am tough! I’ve only taken a couple of tylenol so far and truly the pain has been manageable, probably because it doesn’t hold a candle to childbirth.
- I am beefing up my resume. Surely hanging a blow-out diaper one-handed must be a marketable skill. No? What about buckling two kids into carseats with only one opposable thumb?
- What’s life without adventure?
- This morning while changing clothes, I got tangled up in my shirt and for a few panicked moments was afraid I’d be stuck until Scott came home at night to rescue me.
- Hundreds of mundane daily tasks now require major effort along with patience and some ingenuity. Try opening play dough tubs, nursing a wiggly baby, slicing an onion, scooping up an inconsolable baby from the bottom of a crib, or putting a ponytail in your hair with one arm. Tricky.
- M now must wear boots because I haven’t figured out how to tie her shoelaces.
- Speaking of shoelaces, after much travail I succeeded in loosely tying my own for my doctor’s appointment and opted to nap with my shoes on that afternoon just in case I needed to leave the house again.
- On a similar vein, I slept in my ponytail last night in hopes I wouldn’t have to re-do it this morning.
- No luck on that front.