I am a klutz. I admit it freely and Saturday I struck again. Unfortunately for my hand, it was myself that I hurt. We are helping our son ready his house for sale and during a trip to the big box home store I fell, stupidly running and slipping on the concrete floor. I whacked my left hand on a wooden bin and then on the floor trying to catch myself. Three hours later, in the ER, I was told that I had broken the 4th metacarpal in my hand. The doctor splinted it in a kind of half-cast and said “Go see someone at home. They can decide if you need surgery, a pin, or just a cast.” What? Wait! Aren’t you supposed to give me at least a hint? What might be a good guess? Still, I feel fortunate that I will be able to see the hand specialist I want on Wednesday morning. I just have to make it until then without further mishap. Not necessarily a sure thing at the rate I am going.
My arm in the sling on Sunday
So here I am typing with one hand thinking about how this is going to play out. I’m wearing my husband’s flannel shirt (because I can’t get any of my winter tops on over the cast) having somewhat successfully dressed myself for the day. At least it is not my right hand was injured. I am so righty that it is pathetic. I wouldn’t be able to work at all. There isn’t a lot of pain or swelling so that is good. I’ll know how bad to feel after I talk to the bone guy. It will be at least six weeks of something anyway I look at it.
And just so you know, I could be a multiple winner of America’s funniest home videos if it came down to it and there were a camera on me. Once, when the kids were small I was going to clean the gutters. We had an old wooden straight ladder from my dad that we kept out back in the weather because we had no basement or garage. I got up several rungs before one snapped and I broke the rest with my butt before hitting the ground, just like in the cartoons. I think I cracked my tail bone because I could hardly sit and get up and down for a long time. Funny now, not so much then.
Then there was the time I stepped on an unsecured board that lay across the deck joists my husband was working on. I reminded myself not to step on the end that extended past the joist, lest it flip me off. Two minutes later guess what I did. Yep, you’re right. It’s amazing how much you can think about in just a few seconds with disaster impending. Mostly though I hoped I would not break my face or my teeth and ruin my upcoming birthday celebration at a professional baseball game that the kids had put together and spent big bucks on . I ended up with just stitches in my lower lip and scrapes on my legs. It made for interesting birthday photos.
And the sad part of it that there are plenty of more stories just like these. We won’t go into the time I ran into a brick wall in the dark at 5 AM in my family room a few days before my daughter’s college graduation. At this point, I just embrace my klutzdom and don’t get too concerned without a lot more blood and/or pain. I do plan to get back to the studio this week to finish the entryway details depending mostly on the doctor schedule. Wednesday should be interesting and I’ll update then. I sincerely hope that most of you don’t join me as a charter member of “klutzes are us” even though I know there must be a few out there who would be eligible. It’s a painful club.