Today marks three weeks since that hiking accident when I fractured a bone in my arm into enough pieces that the orthopedic specialist told me that is what they call "dusted". During pre & post surgery, knowing details was too much for me but now I am curious about the screws and plate which are now a part of me. We'll see if I am still brave enough to become more knowledgeable when I have the opportunity later this week.
Each day I work at making progress. Daily activities + performed exercises + over-comings constitute my recovery plan which I dub "finding-my-urban-soul"! Today, advances were made in "finding-my-urban-soul." I could contort enough to get socks on and toe-covered sandals that have a toggle to tug tight. This meant I could comfortably walk further in my neighbourhood than I could in my easy-breezy sandals. I strapped my smallest tote onto my back and tucked my GPS into the pocket. Matchy matchy is on the back burner for now, yet these socks & sandals that I'm rockin carried me closer to my mountain soul.
Love the 'look'! I can't imagine how you managed to cope so long before seeing the doctor, when your wrist was so 'dusted'ReplyDelete
Sincerely hope it mends successfully.