So I did my customary vanity search yesterday, and I was down to only four threads active in the last six weeks. I haven’t been around much lately. Here’s why:
Two weeks ago, work was nuts. I was in the middle of a capital murder trial. I had woken up at 4 AM to get some stuff done. Around 6 AM, I started doing my usual domestic chores. First thing, give the dog fresh water outside. We have a St. Bernard, who needs an extra-big bowl of water, which we don’t have room for inside. So, the job is: run outside, dump the old water on the lawn, take the bowl inside, rinse and refill, and place back outside.
I was barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. The rear of our house faces north. It was about 26 degrees outside, and it had snowed the previous weekend. I think you all see where I’m going with this, given the title.
I pick up the giant steel water bowl and step toward the lawn to dump it. My bare foot touches a patch of unmelted ice on the back patio and doesn’t even attempt to grip before sailing gaily into the air. The rest of me goes WHUMP, directly onto my right shoulder on the concrete. Meanwhile, the water dish spills its contents all over me.
Scene: me, barefoot, soaked in water, lying on ice and concrete in 26 degree weather, shoulder hurting so bad I just lie there saying “ow ow ow” for about 15 minutes. I roll once to get off the ice and closer to the door. I finally realize I need to get inside or I’m gonna freeze. Somehow, very painfully, I drag myself to my feet and get inside. Where I find my wife (who’d been in the shower, else I would have yelled for her) and also my worthless alpine rescue dog, who hadn’t even checked on me.
To sum up, because I’m typing all this left-handed: I broke my right shoulder. If you picture the upper arm bone as being a hockey stick, I snapped the bend off, which the doc says 2 of the 4 muscles that form the rotator cuff are attached to. Can’t find a similar pic on GIS, that’s the best I can describe it. I’m in a sling, but not a cast, and the docs don’t want to do surgery, because the shoulder is basically a big nest of muscles and ligaments so there’s not much of anywhere for the broken bit to go askew. Just rest, painkillers (which I don’t really need anymore, just been on ibuprofen since Friday), and don’t use the arm.
Between this, and The Bells Palsy That Wasn’t (which I might open a thread about later), 2015 is not off to the best start. I gotta say, this recovery has really opened my eyes to how I’ve taken my right arm for granted. And, my lifelong no-broken-bones streak has ended, phooey.
And that’s why I haven’t posted for two weeks.