On the shelf

I’m on the shelf.

Two weeks ago today, I fell in my dark bedroom and shattered the radius bone of my left arm where it connects to my wrist.  It was surgically repaired five days ago – one big metal plate and five screws.

plate

one big plate

scews

5 screws

I have, pretty obviously, been out of work for the last two weeks – the pain in that arm is starting to lighten up, but for the first week any contact with that arm hurt like hell.  And while grocery store cashiering is not super-physical, it definitely involves using both hands.

Lucy the CNA.  A few days after my accident, which occurred in the middle of the night, I tried to reconstruct the events, especially as regards my new housemate Lucy.  “Did Lucy see me naked?”  At first I did not have an answer to this question, but then some of the memories started to fill in.  In the country pitch dark, in my new – three weeks -bedroom, I attempted to sit on the side of my bed, missed and crashed down on my bracing arm.  I emitted a scream that must have frightened my little dog, peacefully ensconced at her usual lower corner of the bed.  I then proceeded to get dressed, wincing and grunting and swearing.  Seeing how much every impact with that wrist hurt after it was wrapped in the ER, I don’t know how I managed to get dressed.  I think I was highly motivated.

So, when I walked to the other end of the house, knocked on Lucy’s door and called “Lucy…I have to go to the hospital.”, I was fully dressed.  And that has been a guiding principle in my convalescence here: “Lucy shall not see me naked.” This principle got trickier when she helped me shower.  The first challenge was figuring out the “Jim-Dandy Chinese Cast Protector” that I bought at the CVS.  cast protectorLucy immediately established herself as more technical than me, figuring out the 12 teeny-tiny photos and to-me non-user-friendly text.

Next we needed to wrap the bum arm in the protector, which involved unwrapping me first.  I managed to hold up my towel with Lucy seeing no more than my fat belly, which was humiliating enough.  Lucy actually has work history as a CNA, so theoretically none of this should be a problem.  But she ain’t my CNA and for me we have been teetering right on the edge of a problem.

Snowed in.  Today it’s not just me off from work – it’s everyone!  These snow days feel like forgiveness.  I’m not the one who isn’t working – it’s a day that’s all about not working.  And these are days for writing.  Thursday I wrote two poems – a birthday poem for my son and one to honor my friend Amanda.  Yesterday I wrote a poem for a young woman that was commissioned for charity at my church.  This has all felt like amazing abundance – truly a gift.snow 1snow 2snow 3

Today, because I have the whole day on my hands and we can’t get out, you all get this. Actually because me and my birthday buddy Matt – also in Asheville – both have off.  Matt and I met in  a writing class with our friend Nina Hart and kind of stand for writing for each other.  So when I saw on Facebook this morning that it’s his birthday, right after I wished him a happy birthday, I asked if he was writing.  Which could be mean if he’s not, but I don’t have the moral high ground  – I haven’t (before just now) written anything for this blog for two weeks.  So that’s just what happened: he replied that he was writing some, not enough and I threw down the gauntlet: “We’re both snowed in, right?  Let’s write something.”  It’s working for me – I hope it’s working for him.

There we go,  my new blog post.  It worked for me – I hope it worked for you.

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