What’s Holding Me Back?

I’ve taken more than a week contemplating the Sandbox Writing Challenge #6 – What’s Holding You Back – and to be perfectly honest, until two days ago my answer would have been “Nothing!”

As a matter of fact, all I could think of was that sweet, upbeat song by Shawn Mendes “There’s Nothing Holding Me Back”

I like it, it’s cute, it’s catchy and, most importantly, I can understand the words.

But, as I said, that was until two days ago, and now, unfortunately, I do have something holding me back and I’m “Not Happy Jan!”*

Just as things are looking up, just as Dean and I are getting a pool of clients (we’ve been doing some domestic cleaning), just as everything is starting to fit into place, I have to go and slip on a wet pathway.

I’d like to say it happened in slow motion, but it didn’t.

It happened so quickly.

My right foot slid out from under me, and down I went, like a sack of spuds off the back of a truck.  In my mind, I can see it replaying, over and over, in super-slow motion.  I was holding something in my left hand and I can see me putting my right hand out and down to brace my fall in those microseconds I was suspended in mid-air.  But it was only microseconds and, as I landed on butt and hand, I heard something snap.

Not only that, some horrible expletive escaped my mouth, propelled by the air rushing from my lungs.  I felt so bad.  But not as bad as my arm did.

Anyway, I stayed there while someone fetched an ice-pack, and then I soldiered on, but only for a short while.  A visit to the Minor Injuries Clinic at our local hospital, some painkillers and a few x-rays later and the Nurse Practitioner was placing a temporary ½ cast on my arm.

Next week I need to visit the Fracture Clinic at the (much larger regional) hospital to determine if surgery is needed and hopefully it’s not and I simply get a permanent cast.

This is going to hold me back over the next six weeks.

Photo, hair and makeup (or lack thereof) by Dean

It’s amazing what you can and can’t do restricted to the use of one hand.  I’ve been typing this one-handed for what feels like hours (ha, ha).  I’m right-handed and could do this much quicker had it been my left radius fractured.  Something as simple as signing my name just isn’t going to happen.

I have started practising my letters with my left hand

Don’t get me started on dressing, and going to the toilet.  Then there’s eating.

Dean has discovered he has to cut up my food, and what might constitute a bite-sized piece of anything for him is simply too large a mouthful for me.  But I’m not complaining and I’m not going to tell him.  Finger food and sandwiches might just have to do for awhile.  He did make a mean bacon and egg burger for our breakfast this morning.

Poor Dean is just going to have to do lots of things I normally would take care of.  He already does a lot, now he has to do more and, I have to admit, I had my own “Out of Africa” moment yesterday when Dean washed my hair.  He even gave my scale a little massage and almost reduced me to tears.

– ⋅ o ♥ o ⋅ –

Sadly though, over the next six weeks, I won’t be blogging as much.  I will try to and will post a few updates, but as I can’t even operate my camera, any photos I take will be with my phone and most likely questionable in their aspect, quality and clarity.

So yes, this is going to hold me back.  But, at the end of the day, it’s just a broken bone, and it will heal.


In response to the Sandbox Writing Challenge – What is holding you back?

* My Aussie followers will get the reference to “Not Happy Jan!”, those of you who don’t, click here to check out this iconic Aussie advertisement from the year 2000.

9 Comments

  1. I know exactly what you mean about your hand and all it usually does. Arn had carpal tunnel surgery on his right hand last year (yeah, he’s right-handed, too) and he was SO out of his element. (I can tell you they DO have this little apparatus to help with the keister issue, but he wouldn’t get one…) I also understand the hesitancy to ask Dean to do more. I feel that as well. In fact, just spent two days reorganizing the kitchen cupboards so that everything I usually need is down where I can reach it now without having to ask for help. 🙂 I sure hope you don’t have to have surgery… Keep us posted.

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