I broke my shoulder!
Yep … this 50-year-old body catapulted itself onto a sidewalk. It's like my feet and my legs were laughing at me saying, Nice try! You're 50 no matter what you think or say.
The irony is, I had recently posted a blog post entitled
when life doesn't do what it's supposed to ...
Seriously, who breaks their arm while running?
My shoulder, folks, slammed in to the sidewalk that my feet were supposed to be hitting.
It was like I flipped upside down or something.
If it didn't hurt so much it would have been one of those
crazy lady sitting on the sidewalk all bruised up, all by herself, laughing herself into a cackle-frenzy!
Instead it was,
crazy lady, sitting on the sidewalk, screaming for help, screaming in pain, screaming!
I have to say, I didn't realize that my reaction to sudden injury and extreme pain
(I birthed two children - without drugs)
is to scream loudly.
Not just initially while sprawled out on the sidewalk after sliding in a water/mud puddle,
not just when I reached for my phone trying to text somebody to come pick me up off of the concrete,
not even just when my sister showed up, very quickly I might add,
but pretty much all the way to ER... don't judge!
And let it be said that two bicyclists and at least a couple of cars whizzed on by, before she showed up, with nary a thought to help me. I guess now that I write it down I realize I was looking pretty loony … but seriously folks. It hurt!!!
So … I've been absent from my blog. I've been absent from writing my book (just kidding, I'm not writing a book. I just like to say that. It makes me feel important). Broken shoulders and typing just don't jive … at all. But I'm healing pretty well. I can almost put my hair up all by myself. I can now brush my teeth, use a fork and write my name with relative ease. Just don't ask me to throw something your way. My, does that look stupid …
Yep … this 50-year-old body catapulted itself onto a sidewalk. It's like my feet and my legs were laughing at me saying, Nice try! You're 50 no matter what you think or say.
The irony is, I had recently posted a blog post entitled
when life doesn't do what it's supposed to ...
Seriously, who breaks their arm while running?
My shoulder, folks, slammed in to the sidewalk that my feet were supposed to be hitting.
It was like I flipped upside down or something.
If it didn't hurt so much it would have been one of those
crazy lady sitting on the sidewalk all bruised up, all by herself, laughing herself into a cackle-frenzy!
Instead it was,
crazy lady, sitting on the sidewalk, screaming for help, screaming in pain, screaming!
I have to say, I didn't realize that my reaction to sudden injury and extreme pain
(I birthed two children - without drugs)
is to scream loudly.
Not just initially while sprawled out on the sidewalk after sliding in a water/mud puddle,
not just when I reached for my phone trying to text somebody to come pick me up off of the concrete,
not even just when my sister showed up, very quickly I might add,
but pretty much all the way to ER... don't judge!
And let it be said that two bicyclists and at least a couple of cars whizzed on by, before she showed up, with nary a thought to help me. I guess now that I write it down I realize I was looking pretty loony … but seriously folks. It hurt!!!
So … I've been absent from my blog. I've been absent from writing my book (just kidding, I'm not writing a book. I just like to say that. It makes me feel important). Broken shoulders and typing just don't jive … at all. But I'm healing pretty well. I can almost put my hair up all by myself. I can now brush my teeth, use a fork and write my name with relative ease. Just don't ask me to throw something your way. My, does that look stupid …
