The first misfortune at A Bitty Better came after one week.
I was getting ready to step out the front door to drive the two miles from the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville to my job at the library when I heard a foreign sound and then the voice of my dear wife Karen.
She had slipped and taken a fall.
I helped her up. She said her wrist had taken the brunt of it. She wiggled her fingers, bent the joint, told me to go to work. I got a text an hour later asking me to send a photo of our insurance card, front and back.
Yup. At urgent care.
That is a nice-looking purple cast. When she goes back to the ortho, he’ll check to make sure it’s healing without shift. Knock on wood.
I’m happy it’s her left arm, not the dominant side.
Still, she’s frustrated. And the pain was considerable. It’s itchy. It’s slowed our settling-in process somewhat. I’m doing as much as I can to keep her from doing as much as she’d like to do …
What’s your latest household mishap, and how did you recover? What’s your broken- or fracture-bone history? Would you pick a white cast or colored cast, and why??/em>