Most people who see me day to day know something's up--I've been wearing a very noticeable black brace for four months now. It's my wrist. My right wrist. Can't open jars of peanut butter. Can't turn on bath water. Can't zip up three-year-old's pants. Can't grate cheese. Can't get any outfit to look good with that black brace. (Not even a black outfit.) What's a mama to do?
Just do what the doctor says, I guess. Surgery is in my near future.
I recently expained the impending procedure to Jack. Incisions, needles, bone scraping, fragment packing, stitches. Sounds a bit horrifying.
Jack: "So, what do our bodies look like on the inside, anyway?"
Me: "Well, there's blood, and veins, and organs, and bones... I guess it's kinda scary in there."
"It's like, we're so pretty on the outside and then we're so yucky on the inside."
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"I'm so happy we're not yucky on the outside too."
"Indeed, bean."
Jenny! I do so hope that everything will go OK. I'll be praying for wisdom for the doctors, and for you to have a swift recovery....it can be murder when you can't open the peanut butter for a while. LOL All kidding aside, I hope you are OK, and I hope your project (bags) is going well? Your friends in blogland want you to be "all better" soon!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jacque! Funny thing is, it doesn't hurt to hand
ReplyDeleteor machine sew. I'm feeling pretty grateful for that. :)