The Break
It happened Wednesday night, book club night. I thought about going to book club and then thought, I will get blessings in heaven if I do my calling. Right.
By right, I mean, rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhht.
We were playing dodgeball with the young men and one of those 16-year old boys threw a kickball at me as hard as he could. It bent my wrist back and HURT! I thought I could go in the hall and cry about it and it would feel better. I did and it didn’t, instead it swelled and looked funny. A neighbor who is a nurse told me I should have it looked at, so one of the young women drove me home and jj took me to insta-care.
Broken, was the verdict. It is displaced and not in the joint. That could mean the same thing. I don’t know all this doctor babble. I am better with kerning and serifs.
I got a blue cast today that is cutting off the circulation to my brain and makes it very hard to do my hair.
Gentry says it is my big band-aid and has taken liberties because I have a harder time doing things now. Like looking like I am serious and not caving to wanting popsicles for every meal. Hey, they are easy. You get it from the freezer and I will skin it.
The best part of today was when Gentry climbed into the crook of my stomach and watched Spiderman while I dozed from the drug induced coma I come in and out of. The slow times really glow in my memory. All white sheets, sunbeams, and warm fuzzies.