Adrian's last cast

Adrian is not a fisherman.  We are not talking about fly casting here.  Nor is Adrian a theatre producer or director.  Adrian is a fit, trim 60 plus fellow with shiny grey hair and a slight bald spot, and with sparkling Norwegian blue eyes.  He is  a med tech working in the splint and cast department of the local hospital.  Or rather I should say, he was.  Yesterday was his last day at work.  And at 4:45, just before he was ready to leave, one of the triage doctors sent in his last patient.

Yup.  I broke my left wrist.  It's a distal radius fracture and I have what I think is called a sugar tongue cast to prevent rotating my wrist. 


DH and I were moving furniture back into the house.  I was backing up with my end of a piece of the bed, and missed my footing at the edge of the porch.  I fell backward and threw out my left hand to break my fall.  I heard the break and wouldn't believe it.  DH let me sit, getting my breath back while he continued moving our beds into the house.  My wrist didn't actually hurt all that much, but every time I looked at it or moved it, I wanted to throw up.  After about 20 minutes, I asked to be taken to the hospital.

So, after someone gets my hospital ID card and checks it against my driver's license, and asks me to tell them my address which is consistent with all the paperwork the have in front of them, Why do the repeatedly ask my birthday?  The only thing I can figure is that I am too fucking old to be moving furniture.

Anyhow, I was in pain and knew I would not be able to complete the move.  I made a significant mistake.  I could not imagine how DH could possibly move the rest of the bed in unaided, so I called a friend (MJ) with teen sons and begged help.  This mortally offended DH.  OK.  Cancell the distress call.  Apologize to MJ.  Apologize to DH.  If he says he can do it unaided, then I trust him. (while praying he won't throw out his back or overstress hip or shoulder.)  He did it!  We got beds in and up, and then he moved several other sizable pieces of furniture as well. (So there!)  I had to have him help me undress and cover my cast so I could take a bath.  Then I took the Tylenol 3 with codeine, and went to bed.  Today, his shoulder is giving him trouble, but he did, by God, get the bed set up and some chairs brought in.

Today is Knitting at Tamara's house.  I can drive, but I can't knit.  I can't knit?  NO.  I won't think about that.  I'll figure something out.  I won't consider the possibility of 6 weeks without knitting.  NO!