Broken Wrist

The erratic freeze/melt cycles this past winter made for treacherous walking. I don't remember ice quite this bad, EVER. 

Following is a journal entry from earlier this year:

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Fell on the ice a couple nights ago while walking Athena. My feet went out from under me and I slipped backward. My left hand made first contact with the ground and my tush second.

I didn’t feel much pain at first leading me to surmise I most likely didn’t break my wrist but rather strained or sprained it. It continued to feel mostly fine through dinner and didn’t start to hurt a little until bedtime. My plan was to call the nurse’s line in the morning but it hurt enough when I woke up that I decided to go to urgent care. Glad I did.

Dale took me in and was sweet to stay with me as it ended up being a rather long wait. Long story longer, an x-ray showed that a teeny tiny bone had been broken. The doctor told me it will heal on it’s own but that I would need a splint. So thankful I didn’t need a cast and that I didn’t land on my dominant hand. Interesting a little bitty bone can cause such pain.

It amazes me how much one takes for granted the smallest movents the hand makes. Buttoning, zipping, dressing, is all taking twice as long! Again, just thankful it wasn’t worse than it was. Note: shaking a cocktail and lifting a martini glass can both be done with the wrist in a stationary position.