On Labor Day, I slipped in the rain and broke my left wrist. Basically the first rain we’d had all summer. Right before hunt season. Almost exactly a year after I broke my left ankle. So, am I clumsy or cursed? Definitely, I need to stay out of the rain and I’m looking into industrial supplies of bubble wrap.
I’ve had a hard time with this injury. First, because it was unbelievably painful. It happened in the blink of an eye, before I had the chance to think about how to fall. Second, because I’m missing yet another hunt season — one that I’d been looking forward to with great anticipation. And third, because it’s remarkably difficult to do so many things with one hand. A month into my recovery and two weeks after surgery, I’m finally getting my mobility back. It will be a few more weeks until I’m able to ride, but at least I can type and I’ve decided that it’s time to stop the pity party.
Zelda, of course, doesn’t care. She’s still happy to see me, is enjoying the grass that grew during those rain storms. I’m going to start doing some ground work with her and step up the clicker training. Maybe even finish the horse novel I’m working on. Certainly, I’m going to start writing blog posts again.
Who out there has had a series of broken bones and how did you deal with it?