Wednesday, August 25, 2010
My blogging may be a bit off. As of last Friday I have a broken wrist. To be exact I have an "Acute undisplaced comminuted intra-articular fracture of the distal radius with dorsal angulation". Whew! I am now down to one hand typing (What is the sound of one hand clapping? A question I wrote about in college ages ago that I don't feel applies to this!) which is slow and exhausting.
What was a lovely hike in the Las Trampas foothills near our home became a change in a split second of the use of my hand. My two daughters K and E, K's boyfriend B, myself and my son R had thought it was a perfect day for a hike. Going up it has a steep ascent through shady oak dotted hills, then you come to a large open area with views of Mt. Diablo and the valley. Heading down the trail was slippery with the very dry hard packed dirt. You need to think when you go down and I was talking, happy to be with my kids. First E slipped and fell and I then I made the comment of watching your step and then I fell. I was too off on my balance to fall on my tush only, more leaned back and I went down hard on my right arm. I heard it or felt it the snap! I knew I had broken it. Everyone asked was I okay and said no, I think I broke my wrist. My daughter was next to me wanting to help me up but I just held my arm trying to digest what had happened. B was quick to my side, asking me what I can't remember now. Next was him asking for wood to make a splint. Then it was "does anyone have a bandana", no none of us did. Quickly he removes his belt and wraps my arm up. I felt so cared for that I didn't worry. I just wanted to get home and prayed it was a sprain.
We had about 10 minutes before we reached the car and my thoughts were "can't I go back in time and do this over before I fell?" I am bugged with myself, I should know how to go down a steep trail. I have hiked plenty of times up and down this trail. I have fallen countless times from horses and had one roll on my leg in a fall without any breaks.
We get to the car and back home. We sit at my kitchen table and unwrap my arm from the oak and belt splint. It looks funky on the table. Someone gets ice packs and B comes out with a backpackers splint. W talk about calling the Dr. as I am certain it is broken. B carefully wraps my wrist. My Knight in Shinning Armor to the rescue has just been awarded multi stars for his good deed! Thank you's seem not enough for his quick action and gentleness.
E says she will drive me on her way to work, grabs my purse and cell phone, buckles me in her car and we are off.