It’s been 9 days since I met up with few rolling stones that thrust me down a slippery slope and a fall that broke the Radius bone in my left forearm. (Lucky me, it wasn’t my dominant right arm). Off we went to Urgent care where I acquired a temporary splint and an appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon. I now sport a huge splint, heavy and over the elbow to the wrist. Many of you have been through such travails, I know. (Please visit my archived blog entry-The Trouble with Dribbles, dated 5/10/2018 my imaginary floor and ground infested critters that most notably cause toddlers to endlessly trip and fall in tears and pain for seemingly no reason; folks of any age succumb to their trickery like the rolling stones that I blamed for my fall). In addition not one of my shirts or sweaters fit over the giant splint. My wonderful, wise husband Paul to the rescue; A new fashion statement am I, wearing his shirts and a sweater swimmingly big, but covering me up. A dear friend Ellen has loaned me a glorious and warm to the calf length poncho and baby its cold outside for SoCal in the desert.
Men’s shirts of course button “backwards” causing me grief, so button he does, puts in my pierced earrings, cuts, chops dices food– he likes to cook, opens jars, cans, and hardly complains with every honey can you’s. I am trying not to complain as well. When I think of individuals suffering from much worse agony than I can imagine, I dare not complain; constant images of people of all ages and the trauma of war, disease, multiple injuries, refugees suffering danger, cold, hunger, resistance, governmental breakdown, dictatorship, egoism, greed, split families, rape, beatings, poverty, on and on, I am continually appalled at the growing deterioration of the human race. Loving and caring individuals, acts of random kindness, offers of refuge give some hope. It boils down to the wealth gained in maintaining a sense of humor, a great “drug” to carry on. So if you see me in my hubbies clothes, please laugh and giggle and give me your warm hugs. I will hug and giggle back and share moments of hope for a return to the humane and loving beings I believe we are meant to be.
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***buttons on this shirt are backwards. oh yes i am wearing my wonderful jewel of a husbands shirts and sweaters. why you ask? 10 days ago i met some rolling stones and managed to break y left arm (be
tter than the right arm) ouch. the splint holding all together is THICK and heavy. Not 1 stitch of my clothing tops will go over this bulky mass.
hardships. finger cracks +trip to the Temecula Valley Hospital, a 10 star facility and a blessing to the residents in this region. We know from too many of our visits there to ER and other appointments.
immigrants suffer,