Time is on my side!
Not to jinx myself, but I’m counting down to my cast removal. If you know me, you probably remember as a kid I learned to count down to fun, important, and/or significant dates by creating a paper chain. One day = one link in the chain. Remove a link each day, and visually it becomes easy to see how close the goal is.
Yes, I’m visual. And yes, I consider cast removal to be an anticipatory date worthy of a paper chain.
I splintered my wrist on July 18. Doesn’t that sound like forever ago? That’s eight weeks. (Five weeks since surgery). Time continues to fly even when I’m trapped inside a slower than normal existence.
Things I’ve discovered in the past eight weeks…
I drop a lot of things. Like, half the things I pick up. Something about an injury must make one off balance? It’s ridiculous.
It takes two hands to do oh so many things. Opening my daily contact lens packages, opening medicine bottles, opening water bottles, tying my shoes, putting on a bra(!), “fixing my hair”, cutting up a watermelon, uncorking a bottle of wine.
My wardrobe could use a lift. In the early weeks of this injury, I watched lots of episodes of What Not to Wear. (Reruns but still very useful.) I now know Stacy and Clinton would throw all my t-shirts and holey jeans and baggy sweaters right in their big garbage can without blinking.
I hate taking baths. I already knew this, but now I really, really know this. I am, however, grateful our bathtub has a handheld water thingy otherwise I’d probably have dreadlocks by now.
Hallelujah, the body does heal. I didn’t realize how bad I felt until a few days ago when I truly started feeling like myself again. When you are living it, you don’t think it will ever end.
In eight weeks…
One thing’s for sure—the world continues spinning and spinning, just as it always did. With zero regard to my broken my wrist…
The moon moved in front of the sun and everybody marveled.
Harvey washed away South Texas.
Irma obliterated the Caribbean and wreaked havoc on Florida.
Football season started (more successfully for some teams than others…)
Arkansas Women Bloggers had another fabulous conference.
My volunteer tomatoes have started to mature.
Frank Broyles died.
The leaves started turning.
Korea launched missiles.
My book came out on Audible.
My niece and nephew made their senior pictures.
Lots of monuments were moved or dismantled.
Friends came to visit.
Trump did a bunch of stuff that either annoyed people or didn’t.
We observed another September 11.
Arkansas farmers started cutting rice.
My cast comes off in nine days!
I guess I should start collecting some names on it?
I know there are a bazillion people with real problems, and my wrist doesn’t compare to true health problems, disease, flood, death, homelessness, loneliness, hunger, depression, so many things. Regardless, it’s my irritant, and I’m ready to say bye-bye to it.
9 days. You better believe I’m counting down.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Time Is On My Side, The Rolling Stones