random thoughts – Day 1,817 – (Saturday) – plans and parts

There were grand domestic plans for the day, mostly involving ditching paper files, organizing books to donate, and creating the 4-inch square art piece for the fundraiser. It all fell apart pretty quickly.

The morning was spent drinking coffee and talking on the phone, catching up with a couple friends. There was an afternoon catch up call with another friend. These were all fun and long overdue, mostly because I stink at making calls. After a shower and letting my hair air-dry, there was an attempt at styling it. Even the most basic movements with the curling iron were met with stiffness, soreness, and stabs of pain.

Looking thick
and bumpy.

Most of the rest of day was spent fixated on the healing wrist. Every click, twitch, and twinge of the wrist and forearm was met with a bit of alarm, and there were a lot of twitches and twinges today. And stiffness. And obsession which included sitting on the couch and staring at the wrist from various angles. It looks like there is a bump in the spot where I think the plate is. I learned it is very hard (impossible) to photograph both wrists together with a cell phone, but I have time to figure out a way.

There was analysis and worry over the increased wrist circumference and not knowing if it might return to its normal size, and fear it probably won’t. After breaking my left leg, the ankle remained noticeably larger than the other, which annoys me on a regular and ongoing basis. Now the left wrist will likely join the asymmetry club. I wonder if my watch will still fit. Or my bracelets.

To add injury to injury, today, the tip of my right thumb cracked open. It's fascinating to me that a small split in the pad of a thumb hurts more than breaking a wrist. The splitting is usually a late fall through winter ailment and I was bold enough to think I’d been spared the bloodletting this season, but now it seems it was just a timing difference. At least three times today (that I noticed), my thumb bled all over everything.

The accomplishments of the day were few. The dishwasher was run and the clean dishes put away. Also, a pencil line was drawn on each side edge of the canvas block to note the horizon line in the photo that will go on the front panel. This is where the paint color on the edges will shift accordingly from water to sky. In theory, anyway. The housework didn’t get done, but technically, the canvas was started, and there is another body part to obsess over and detest. Quite a full day, really.