So that half-marathon I registered for? It’s not happening probably. My first week of training was going pretty well, until I hopped on my bike trainer for cross-training on day 6. Things went to hell in a flash. The flash was the bike somehow coming off the trainer and throwing me, bike and all, hard to the left. I landed on my wrist. A diagnosis of a fractured wrist left me in a pretty pink cast after a (thankfully) fast trip to the ER. My first major broken bone at age 38. Ugh!
But the story gets better than that. Because I’m apparently not one to just simply break my arm. Nope, two days after my trip to the ER I got a call from the ortho doc who reviewed my x-rays. The fracture extended into my joint and needed surgery. So I got to make arrangements for my boys during a very busy week and I got to spend over 24 hours in the day surgery ward at the Sturgeon Hospital (because of course they couldn’t find me a proper bed and I got to recover in the ward instead). I came home sore and exhausted. But hey, no more pretty pink cast, instead I have a metal plate in my wrist, some screws, a half cast and some bandaging (medical lingo = open reduction internal fixation surgery). Repeat x-rays and probable splint in two weeks, with expected recovery time of 6-8 weeks plus physio after.
This is all so much fun, especially for someone who makes a living typing. Fortunately I can manage one-handed, albeit a bit slowly. And thank goodness for big boys who help their mama a lot 🙂
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