Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. A poem captured my attention the other day. Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, Until, in our own despair, Against our will, Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Aeschylus What's on your mind today? |
The never-ending drama continues. Still no car. Annoying is one way to term this interminable waiting. I have no idea what is taking so long. Bugger me. My hand still bothers me. It is still badly bruised, but at least the swelling has lessened to a degree. But there is just one spot under the cast that still gives me fits. I think it is the spot that got the brunt of the contact with the sidewalk. Then another weird thing happened on Thursday. I got a friend to take me to town, and we did some errands. One was to be a haircut. I haven't had one in at least three months. And to say I am past-due is being polite. Curly hair just gets more and more unruly at a certain stage, and I am there. So I walk into the salon for my appointment. The lady looks at me like I am a ghost. "Sorry, Miss Blah-de-blah isn't in. She called all her clients last week and cancelled. Her father is not well." Hmm. With me standing in front of her, does that say to her that maybe she missed one??? So annoyed. When I got home, I posted a review online stating all this. I mean, people need to know that things get messed up. And from what I read, it wasn't the first time. I then got a call from the salon owner apologizing. Okay, fine. But I already had gone, when in town, to another place and made another appointment for a few weeks from now. Then the beautician calls - to say she's sorry. I just deleted her message. They won't miss my money. So, retail. I hate when people don't open on time, don't stay open the hours posted. I hate a dirty store or restaurant. And I hate when you don't follow-through and do what you say you'll do. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Have fun. Not much happening here. Hubby is going to a friend's house tomorrow. I decided not to go. Too much hassle to drive for 1 1/2 hours one way with a broken hand that still hurts, and then drive home in the dark worried about hitting a deer or elk in a borrowed car. I wouldn't be good company. |
I just got another cast on my hand. Yikes... under was revealed a still very swollen and badly bruised hand and arm. Mercy me. So for those who have had a cast removed, you know the drill. But for me, this was a first. And it hurt like mad. Now I am in a new cast for 3 more weeks - things seem to be healing nicely, says the doc. That's good news. But this hand - so sore. I have to type pretty much with my right hand, and one finger on my left hand. It takes me twice as long to get any thing done. Dressing myself, brushing my teeth, fixing food. And as for a shower, good thing we installed a walk-in tub. I can sit and hubby can wash my hair and rinse me off. I figure this is what happened to me. I was walking along out of the bank in town. So close to my house. Then suddenly I am on the ground. I think some unknown force lifted me up and slammed me down. How else would you explain no other bruises anywhere? Weirder things have been know to happen... Something nice tonight, though. A lady from church and her daughter brought over a basket of fruit with fresh flowers sprinkled on top. AHHH.... So nice of them. A nice little gesture to make my heart happy. Be careful out there. Just saying ... |
It's been almost a week since that fall that broke my hand. I went to the orthopedic Dr. I got put in a cast for a week, but since the arm/hand was so swollen, it will have to be changed next week. And another x-ray to see if things are still aligned. I don't want surgery, but it may be in the immediate future. My hand and arm is an impressive shade of purple which coordinates nicely with the neon green cast color. But the swelling has gone down a little. I'm getting used to doing things one-handed. Typing is challenging, also dressing myself, taking a bath, really anything that requires two hands. This is the first time i've had a cast. So I think that is pretty amazing to go all these years and not have a broken bone til now. I'll be lurking about the site, but no real writing currently. Perhaps soon. And we still don't have our car. I could write a thriller novel about that ordeal. |
Friday on my way back home from the bank - a journey of one block - 5 minutes on foot - I tripped over something on the sidewalk. Oopsie daisy. Down I went - hard. I hear a sound like glass breaking - thought it was my glasses. So I was worried about my knee, since it was just repaired. No problem. Then my elbow - I broke that several years ago - no problem. I could stand, so no broken legs or hip. Thank you God. Then I checked my glasses that were in my jacket pocket - still intact. But...my hand. OMG - it hurt like the devil. So I walk home - hubby and I confer. We go to the ER. I have a closed fracture of the 4th and 5th metacarpal of my left hand. So - my ring finger and my pinkie. Closed means it didn't break the skin. Real definition: Fourth metacarpal: The bone that connects your wrist to your ring finger. Fifth metacarpal: The bone that connects your wrist to your pinkie finger. I have a splint on this hand, not a permanent cast. I am to see an orthopedic doctor as soon as possible. Well, try to get someone in the office to pick up a phone call... This morning when I woke, I see the bruise extending beyond the splint, heading toward my elbow. And then bruising coming down the fingers that are exposed beyond all the wrapping they did. I call the ER - come in if you think you must. Bruising is to be expected. SO my theory is this - I fell with my full weight on my left hand. The sound I heard was those little bones breaking. My friends, this year has been of the most challenging, annoying, distressing years in my life. I've had a few others, but I won't bore you with those details. Be careful out there. Danger everywhere. If I find the gremlin that tripped me, well... |
My life is still in the garbage dump, but at least I have a new computer on which to complain about it. I took the plunge the other day. At the well known BB a friend and I wandered in, I checked with the people behind the counter that fix things. "How much and what is wrong with my wonderful little Mac?" A little time later they emerge from the back and tell me it's a software problem and I have a cracked screen and it will take some time to rebuild that laptop. So about several hundred dollars later and some time, I could have a rebuilt computer. No thanks, I think. But I did do that investigating required by hubby. So we then marched over to the new computers, and I promptly decided to purchase a new Mac Air. More money than I want to disclose, but it should last 6-10 years, if I don't drop the bloody thing or do something else stupid with it. The bad news is all my info is now locked securely on that dead laptop. I guess someday I can get it taken off, but not right now. And I'll get the Apple Care, but not right now. I have 60 days to purchase that warranty. So, I guess I'm back. Limping along because I'm still having personal issues, not physical issues. But back. |