I am typing this post with a slightly efficient hunt and peck right hand (sorry Mrs. Lieberman, my 8th grade touch-typing teacher). While I will try and post on my regular Wednesdays (at the Well), I may be out of commission for a couple of weeks.

On Saturday I tripped down some marble steps, tried to catch myself in a classic Dick Van Dyke pratfall but didn’t quite make it. I landed on a twisted wrist, somewhat on/off a brick sidewalk, kissing a tree set in the sidewalk. As soon as I looked at my wrist I knew things were not good. Let’s just say my hand and wrist were not in alignment but looked like the letter “z”.

While it is a royal pain (literally and figuratively) to not have the use of my left hand, I am extremely grateful for our modern technology: knowledge and resources that will fix my bone with a titanium plate; rapid responding 911 emergency system, Xrays, pain medication, even the medical equipment that makes a difficult experience slightly less difficult. (the ambulance gurney hooks into a hydraulic lever so that as a rider, I was always level and evenly transported).

This experience has made me even more appreciative of the people who have to deal with difficulties or alternative daily living activities in order to accommodate changes in their health or mobility.

I am also in awe of all those who have had broken bones. Because, man. Whew, It hurts like the dickens. All those cowboys or action figures who shake it off, or bite the bullet and then carry on like nothing happened- absolute rubbish. Secretly, they are really calling for their mommy. I know I wanted too on Saturday.

What about you? Ever broken a bone? They say that a bone becomes stronger at the point of repair. Surely that is a lessen for all of us; don’t fight the difficulties in life, learn from it, become stronger. Although, right now I am just trying to ease the pain and get through one day at a time until my surgery.

‘t good