One of my father’s favorite sayings when we were kids was “I’m busier than a one-armed paper hanger…” It was guaranteed to get a smile as we imagined the poor soul with one arm struggling to do a job that really needs two arms.
I sort of know the feeling.
Last Wednesday I was walking the dog on some uneven gravel on an alley behind Main Street in town (which I have walked down many, many times) and my ankle sort of rolled, and down I went on my right elbow.
I was hoping that maybe I had just dislocated it. How wrong I was.
I came home from the hospital late in the afternoon on Thursday (July 4) sporting some extensive, new hardware…
and a most miserable cast.
I figured out how I could keep on editing using my left hand and the index finger of my right for occasional key strokes.
In a little while we are leaving for the first follow-up visit with the orthopedic surgeon. I am hoping to come home with something more reasonable on my arm.