Dear Jasper and Kestrel,
Yesterday I did a dumb thing. You know, the kind of thing that if you asked your Mom if you could do it, she would say,”That sounds like a really bad idea.”
It all happened just before school started, when I was taking artwork off the walls. We are getting the end of the year, and my classroom will be used by Kindergarten next year, so everything has to come down. I didn’t want to go hunting for the ladder, so I dragged a chair over to a bookcase and stood on that to be tall enough to reach. As I was pulling off the banner asking “Who? What Where? When? Why?” to remind students important points to cover in their writing, I stepped backwards…onto thin air.
I felt like a windmill. Arms flailing, trying to catch balance somewhere and failing. I ended up sitting down very hard on my bottom and left wrist, with my head just barely missing one of my students’ desk. Well, I thought, it certainly could have been worse.
Taking inventory, I checked to see what felt good and what hurt. My left wrist was hurt but I could move all my fingers, so I figured nothing was broken. My back and head were good. Just then, the bell rang and two students looked in and saw me sitting on the floor. They banged on the door to make sure I was all right. I explained what happened, calling it “a big stupid thing”.
During the day I managed to slip and fall against a desk, banging that same arm. Ouch! I went through the rest of the day carefully, using my left hand as little as possible. By the time I got home, it was swollen and very sore. It was useful as a paw or a stick, but I couldn’t grab anything with it. I was able to slowly chop onions to make pasta and meat sauce for dinner.
Auntie Olga got home and checked my wrist and arm, gently feeling it to make sure it wasn’t broken. She made me a lovely sling out of a scarf. It looked very fancy. She suggested an x-ray, but I decided not to go. I was tired and the thought of the emergency room seemed like another big stupid thing. I ate, read some Junie B. Jones to Liza, and went to bed.
Woke up this morning much better. Sore, but I could make a fist and hold things in my left hand. I got the sling on and headed off to school. Everyone asked about the sling, so I got to tell the story a dozen times. Children helped me with doors and carrying things. By the end of the day I was tired again, but less wounded.
I still napped after school, but, hey, I’m a Grandma, right? Looking forward to being even better tomorrow!