Hello, blog friends! It has been well over two months since my last post. In that time, while in the midst of attempting to bring back a favorite 90s trend, I went a little too fast on my rollerblades, flipped backwards, and broke my wrist. Two months, one surgery, and countless physical therapy sessions later, I am almost completely healed.
|Look at that face.|
A broken bone is quite an inconvenience. I know you’re all thinking, “well, obviously,” but YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW! You don’t even know. Once that wrist was broken, I knew life would be a little more difficult. However, there were so many little, everyday things that I never would have imagined to cause me so much frustration. Here are just a few examples of the struggle with living with a broken wrist:
– Getting dressed: Honestly, I could manage almost every article of clothing except for my bra. If Matt wasn’t around to help me, I resorted to camis with built-ins and looser clothes. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
– Ponytails: Hair styling of any kind was quite cumbersome–I resorted to paying money at the local beauty bar several times just so I would look halfway decent. Worst of all, I couldn’t hide my hair troubles with a ponytail. It took me about a month and a half to do one myself; until then, I relied on my mom/MIL, friends, and any woman in the immediate vicinity to take care of it for me.
– Personal care: Showers were obviously out of the question, so of course Matt had to help me with washing my hair and whatnot for a good while. I also needed help with toothpaste, perfume, putting on jewelry, etc. There is currently a dent in my Tory Burch rollerball perfume lid, because one morning I got frustrated and tried to open the lid with my teeth. Needless to say, that was an unsuccessful endeavor.
|Headbands and hats were my best friends.|
– Writing: If you’re going to break your wrist, break the one you don’t write with, okay? My left handed writing was so atrocious, I usually just resorted to whatever scribble I could muster with my injured hand. “Your left hand writing isn’t that bad,” they would say. No–you don’t want to see what my left hand will do.
– Paper towels and soap dispensers: One day, a little girl in the Nordstrom bathroom watched me as I struggled to get soap out with my elbow. Thanks for the help, kid! Paper towel dispensers that required you to grab with both hands and pull were also my enemy.
– Driving: For about two and a half weeks, I was in a hard cast that went past my elbow, so there was no driving to be had. Many thanks to Matt and several co-workers for chauffeuring me around.
Despite all the setbacks, I feel very lucky that my injury wasn’t worse. Recovery has been slow, but I’m certainly making progress. I’m so thankful I have Matt, who was basically a superstar during all of my ups and downs, and my parents, who helped us out after surgery. And let’s not forget this dood:
Just don’t expect me to get back on rollerblades anytime soon.