When you fall, you just have to get back up no matter how much your wrist and your ass hurt.
Okay, if you follow on Facebook and/or Instagram – and I strongly encourage that you do – you probably know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, let me clue you in.
After my last blog post w-a-y back on December 12 (where I shared how one of my rugs, barring director cuts, will be performing in the TV show Better Call Saul), I took a few weeks off to enjoy the holidays. Having a little time, I figured that I’d get my ice skates sharpened and perhaps, finally, after about four years off the ice (because the blades were much too dull and, frankly, dangerous to skate on), take a turn around the rink. Being from New England, I’ve done most of my skating on ponds, but out here in the desert, you find a rink. There are only two in the ABQ area.
Maybe I should’ve trusted that they were sharp enough. Tom was waiting for me, albeit in a comfy patch of sunlight on a couch in the entrance area. He can nap anywhere. All it would’ve taken was a couple of laps around the rink to know they were sharpened just fine. But, as in many things, I’m enthusiastic. So there were some back cross-overs and a few little hops. It had been four years, but I was doing pretty well. Till I wasn’t.
My sister-in-law texted me afterwards: Old people don’t skate. Oh, but 53-year olds do! And I got back up and skated some more. I was not going to let those other younger and less proficient skaters think that I’d hurt myself skating…more enthusiastically than they had. Besides falling is part of the game! Did you not observe all those “professional” folks eating ice during the National Figure Skating Championships last week? Then I fell again. On the same wrist. A couple more limpy turns around the rink, and I headed out to Tom and my shoes.
No, I did NOT tell him how much my wrist hurt. Truly, I figured that, given my arthritis, I could probably shake it off (like I do every morning). Besides, we had a party to go to that evening. Where much merriment was had; I headed to the urgent care and then the orthopedist early the next morning. Where they they gave me an early Christmas present, a nice, baby-blue cast.
Actually, they couldn’t tell if the wrist was broken but, because of the bone involved, for two weeks had to treat it as if it was. Lucky me. Here’s a short list of the things I do with my right hand/wrist/arm combo: write; shift my car; type; hook; crochet; brush my teeth, shave my legs; cut and chop my food… While I did find a way to hook, shift, and shave some, Tom valiantly took up my slack. What a great husband I have! He didn’t even complain about the crankiness, though he did snark a fair bit about my skating prowess and age. 😉
Friday, we found out that my scaphoid bone is NOT broken. Woohoo! It just hurts like hell with certain movements. But I’m being good as I settle back into writing a legible grocery list, crocheting a shawl, and hooking (!!!) a new project – more on that later, but I’ve included a pic. I’ll hold off on the ice skating till the wrist and my tailbone have fully healed. Tom threatens to bubble-wrap me.
Now that I’ve disclosed my own tale of stupidity and triumph – I did get up and skate on not once but twice – feel free to share yours here. But before you do that, head to your closet. Do you have any quality purses in there that you don’t use anymore? You know, the kind with brand names. I need them. Bad, but for a really good cause. I’ll tell you more about that next week. Now run to your closet and check…
PS: A BIG shout-out and thank you to Mary Jane Peabody of Mary Jane’s Rugs for including not just my rug and thoughts in her New Year’s post, but those of a few other hookers as well. If you haven’t seen the post yet and are in the mood for a little rug porn, head over to Mary Jane’s website. (But NOT Cathy Kelly; you aren’t allowed to see the page for a few weeks. Trust me. 🙂 )
Glad to have you back and almost mended. Purses went to Big Brother/Big Sister before Christmas. I’m’ “downsizing” today, upsizing tomorrow. Can’t win at this game. Good luck with the open request.
Darn. The wrist distracted me from putting that request out last month. How are you up-sizing tomorrow? I know how it happens, though. We planned on down-sizing when we came here. Somehow the house we chose is about 300 square feet larger than the one in Mass!
Hope your healing goes well! I was able to log into my medical records (the Army puts everything on the internet now) and, according to the Radiologist, I had actually broken both of my wrists. No wonder the Orthopedic Surgeon kept telling me I was doing too much and to leave the splint on the “sprained” left. I know the splint you’re wearing is a royal pain, but at least it’s not a cast; that really got old FAST.
KZK
I soooo hear you, Karen. When I go out, I’m really afraid of anything happening to it. Still very tender. I like the protection. And it;s much better than a cast. More of a pain even than when I broke my left one at Fort Riley and they had to recast it because maybe a proctocologist or some other non-orthopedist was on duty in the ER that day. But then I was maybe 24, not 53. Being older can suck sometimes!
Hello! Glad that you are able to use your wrist more. I’m impressed with your skating prowess. I have not been happy about skating since my parents made me use real skates and not the double runner things that they attached to my boots. I loved those. ;-D
It was actually cold enough here that there was ice on our lake! Not our side as we get a lot of wind and (little) waves, but in one of the still coves. I was very surprised. It’s warmed up considerably.
Glad you’ve warmed up. But isn’t another cold front/storm headed your way? Never had the double runners! And I actually learned to skate on BIG puddles in the cornfields near my house. All of us neighborhood kids learned that way. And inherited skates from one another. 🙂