I’m going to try to Knit, though I don’t think I can. I couldn’t even drive myself to the Hospital this morning. We have lived here for two years, that is two winters, a lot of snow, and plenty of ice. I don’t know what the eff happened.
This morning I went out to clean the ice off my car and I slipped and fell down the icy stairs. I hurt my ankle and both elbows, though my left elbow caught the brunt of it. It’s bruised and swollen and any time I bend my arm past a certain point it causes my wrist and thumb to feel weak and hurt.
I’m so embarrassed. Luckily there wasn’t anybody outside that witnessed it. Still… it’s embarrassing to say “I fell down the stairs.” And I feel really stupid.
First I was all “I’m going to work anyway”. Then my husband was all “You should go to the hospital.” I didn’t want to go to the hospital and I still intended to go to work until my wrist kept hurting. I wasn’t sure if that was normal so I agreed to go to the hospital.
Weird. I give my name and date of birth, no I’ve never been to this hospital before. She asks my Maiden name, which I give her. And she says yes, I have been a patient previously. Under my maiden name, which I haven’t used since about 2006. I haven’t used my maiden name in this state since I was eleven. Which means whatever record they have is a childhood record. And I have zero recollection of ever having visited that hospital. I wonder what my mother took me there for? I will never know.
Anyway, this was a great way to start the damn week. I’m supposed to wear this sling for a few days and I have a note that says “Do not work today.” Not that I need it, my supervisors are pretty understanding about these things. I’ll bring it in tomorrow but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with it. I feel terrible for calling out on the worst day of the week.
So… I probably can’t knit. Which really sucks. I am going to try though. Maybe if I hold my arm just so, in just the right postion, maybe I can knit slowly. Maybe. Fingers crossed.