Today is my first day with a broken right wrist. I am reorienting my life. I’m also right handed, so it only makes sense that it is the right wrist that went. I’m a self-employed knitter, teacher, writer, cyclist, camper, quilter and drive a stick-shift car. You are probably getting the picture: all this sudden ‘not doing’ is now happening during my one brief period of freer time in my whole year, just when I could be doing those things. I’m trying not to whine, but every now and then it gets the better of me! I am keenly aware of the fact that many people have worse to live with. It’s just that this will take some getting used to, and some finding of ingenious workarounds for current physical shortcomings. I’d be happy to hear of any tips and tricks any of you may have for navigating life through these temporary shoals!
I’m very grateful that I live in a place where I could easily and quickly get medical attention: my break is clean and it won’t need surgery. I’m incredibly frustrated, because for the last week I’ve been loving having enough free time in my schedule so that I could cycle everyday. A bike brings great freedom and fitness, as well as mental well-being. The loss of cycling for the rest of the season feels like a door having been rudely slammed shut. I wonder if we could dig out the tandem bike in a couple of weeks? Cycling was just getting to be easy and fun (the hills were getting so much smaller than thy had been), and I was really enjoying biking with my husband on the weekends again (he was off his bike last year). Yup, whine.
The incident, for which I am entirely to blame, occurred about 20 yds from home after a wonderful ride on a beautiful summer day. Rather foolishly, I decided that instead of going through the intimidating road works I would ride up the sidewalk: I got caught by an edge — the rest is history. Bikes don’t belong on sidewalks. I know this. I’ve ridden more than 30,000 kms with only one previous hospital-worthy injury, so I suppose it was time.
At least I don’t have any travel for work coming up, so I don’t need to cancel anything. However, it’s going to make me rather useless on our forthcoming trip to help my youngest move from Kingston to Toronto and paint her apartment, not to mention the 4-day journey without knitting. Heck, I don’t even read without knitting.
We had our first back-country canoe trip planned for Aug 10th: 3 or 4 portages and several lakes. Can you paddle one-handed?
Thank you to my friends both local and virtual, for your understanding thoughts. My husband is doing his best in practical ways, which I appreciate. I’ve messed up his plans, too. However, he doesn’t really ‘get’ the enormity of it, or the loss of freedom. I suspect I’ll be taking my local friends up on their offers of outings and drives very soon.
My first frustration is that I can’t floss my teeth! A friend is going to the store for one-hand flossing equipment today.
I can type one handed, sort of.
I have books, computers, and will start a jigsaw puzzle.
I’m no longer in an urgent hurry to get my cycle gear washed for reuse. Happily I didn’t put a hole in my favorite cycle shorts when I landed, and my cycle gloves saved my hand from lacerations. I no longer have to make a trip to MEC for a kayak paddle for my newly borrowed kayak.
I can do quite a bit of tedious work on my new book, but I so badly want to be outdoors getting exercise and doing things on Tancook! I am feeling ridiculously pathetic, please forgive me.
Bras are no longer an option: so glad I am not generously endowed. I’ll try not to eat or drink compensatory goodies. (Well, maybe a little, this week only.)
I have lovely friends and supportive emails, texts and calls from my kids.
Sunday is scheduled as my Tancook tractor delivery day- we are still going ahead with it, but it won’t be quite as I had planned! Yes, I will gird my loins and start practicing my proper British stiff upper lip. Soon. Just not quite today. Today my lip is still quivering a bit.
With luck I’ll be fit to quilt in MI at the beginning of September, as I’m going to Gwen Marston’s camp then and back for my camp on Tancook.
Thought for the day: Hadn’t occurred to me before, but I had to get a cast on so that my bones could knit!
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Cool Knitters Finish in Style,
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