Hellooooooooo. It's been a week. A magical week, full of much learning about elbows and why you should not break them.
Also, there was an eclipse, that, I dunno, I was personally pretty underwhelmed by. I watched an orange circle slowly get covered by a black circle and the world was not plunged into dramatic darkness. It maybe got a little extra shadow-y for a minute? Maybe not even that? Did I miss something? Am I dead inside? Should I go back and edit out at least three commas from that first sentence?
(Answer to all those questions is yes, probably.)
Anyway, I hope everybody's eyeballs are fine (with maybe one exception). Now back to my elbow, which is NOT fine, but could be worse, because damn, elbows are complicated.
Amy's Elbow, Inside & Out
A follow-up with a orthopedist confirmed that yes, I fractured the nubby pointy bit of my elbow, also known as the olecranon. Which sounds vaguely science fiction-y. The good (?) news is that the break non-displaced: the nubby pointy bit is cracked but still intact, and the crack is lined up nicely to heal without surgery. Although my very cheerful doctor very cheerfully informed me that it could become displaced if I move my tricep the wrong way, also if I move my wrist wrong I could damage nerves, also try not to fall again for at least eight to 12 weeks. (OH GOD THAT'S A BIG ASK.)
"But even if you do," he (SO CHEERFULLY) said, "we have a doctor who specializes in that exact surgery for that exact kind of break."
Yay for America (at least the Baltimore-ish bit), the land where you can find a doctor who specializes in just the nubby pointy bit of your elbow. (Also quadruple yay for health insurance, because lord almighty, I am racking up the billz over here.)
Typing remains...challenging. Which is a problem when your job is basically 99% typing. I tried using a transcription app,with somewhat laughable results, as I never realized how often I change my mind mid-word and most of my "writing" is done in an endless loop of delete-retype-delete-retype as my brain edits itself faster than my fingers. My latest splint at least lets me use my mouse a little easier (the first one covered my palm, up to my fingers) but I still keep accidentally mashing over random keys and making typing errors because my right hand is at a slightly different angle than I'm used to, PLUS, you know, it fucking hurts. That, too.
Then on Sunday I got stung by a wasp. :-(
So I am not having the best month. Jason wasn't either, as he 1) lost his wallet after leaving in on the trunk of his car during a particularly rushed and stressful camp drop-off involving permission slips and food orders, and 2) has been required to help me with literally everything while I bumble around helplessly.
But then! His wallet was returned by a nice person who found it on the street and brought it to our house! But his driver's license fell out and a second nice person found THAT and returned it too! Because people aren't all garbage!
And now I'm allowed to take my splint off to shower so he no longer needs to shampoo my hair for me. Or shave my left armpit! I am a big girl who can do it all by myself.
(He still occasionally gives me an assist with the blowdryer. And hooking my bra and sometimes putting on pants. And he watched a YouTube video on French braids and tried to do that as well, before giving up and declaring it to be too far out of his skill set. I still award major points for the attempt.)
The kids, dogs and cats are all fine. The kids are at a Lego camp this week, because sure, let's pay money to have them play with Lego somewhere that's not my house. Poppy ate a purse and half of a screen door, Beau has eaten literally every giant bone/chew/industrial-strength-large-breed toy we've purchased for Poppy, and the cats are still on a diet and still mad as fuck about it.
Also I have decided I would like a lizard. I went to the store to look at lizards and now the kids want a guinea pig too. And a chicken after meeting our friends' chickens.
(Well, Noah and Ezra do, anyway. Ike just wants cats. More cats! All the cats!)
(Current cats be like, plz no god stahp. But lets talk moar fud?)