Freedom!

It's official. I have been released. No more rechecks, no more restrictions, no more excuses. Which means I actually have to start going to the gym again and riding the horses. And I can start working my part-time Saturday job again.

Which led me to this conclusion just now: My blog posts are probably never going to have pictures again. It takes me way too much time to resize and upload my pictures into every single post. You guys are just going to have to use your imaginations. I'll explain every detail down to the pearls on my wedding dress, but you're on your own after that.

In addition, I have to take my cat for xrays tonight. She sprouted a bump on the top of her head last week. Hard as a rock. Actually, it feels like bone. It's about the size of a bee bee but doesn't move around like a bee bee would. She is completely unaffected by it, but man, my curiosity is killing me. I have to know what it is.

I'll update you on that too.

I maybe like a month. After I get caught up on everything else in my life.

I Forgot To Tell You...

Today marks 4 weeks and 1 day since I broke my arm.

I figured I should let you know how that is going.

I think I got lucky. In more ways than one. First off, I did not need surgery. Secondly, I was not going to have a cast. Third, my arm was free to move again after only 2 weeks.

My recheck appointment with my orthopedic surgeon was 2 weeks ago today, and they determined that my break had not moved at all and everything was set to heal properly on its own. The major problem at that point was regaining mobility in my elbow joint. After having my elbow in a 90 degree angle for 2 weeks, it was locked up. I could barely move it in either direction. I should have had Cowboy H take a picture, but he's not really into picture-taking. Unless its of me sleeping. Or my butt.

Anyways, my joint is almost fully functioning again and I go back next week to see if I need me some physical therapy.

In closing, here are a few things I learned about having only one hand/arm:

1. You absolutely cannot put your hair in a ponytail.
2. You cannot operate a standard can opener.
3. You cannot drain a big ole pot of pasta.
4. You cannot tie your own shoes.
5. Washing knives is extremely difficult.

Another One Bites The Dust

In light of Desert Rose's Dear Friend's accident, my wreck seems trivial. But the Desert Rose asked, and I will not be the one to deny her.

See, there is a hill. It is a very steep hill and it has a dirt road that goes up it. I do not have any pictures of this hill because, well, we never take pictures of this hill. We always run up this hill. We run up this hill on our horses. And we do it all the time.

So two Mondays ago, on a very pleasant evening a friend and I went out for a ride. We were very excited because it had been a long time since we'd ridden together. The warm air made our ponies rather lazy so we just cruised along and yakked it up. It was very nice.

We had already ridden about half an hour when we came to the Hill. Now, I could blame the 5 motorcycles that were roaring around the base of the Hill for spooking Maria, but that would be a cop-out. They didn't bother her one bit. Since it was the Hill, we had to run up it, so we took off. Slowly at first but we gained speed. Let me tell you, we were booking it.

Then, Maria ate it. Bit the dust. Took a digger. Really, simply, she tripped and fell. That was it. Only, we were going so dang fast. So we hit the ground hard. And the first (and I swear only) part of us that hit the ground was my left elbow.

In Maria's defense there was a BIG pothole in the road and between the two of us (Maria and I) we just didn't maneuver it well. Also, Maria is convinced that my friend's horse "threw an elbow and pushed her down" as she passed us right before we fell. Yes, she told me that. She said, "Bailey did it; she pushed me."

Fortunately, Maria only suffered a couple scrapes and bruises (seriously she was fine the next day). And thank goodness I only broke my left arm (I'm right handed). It could have been so much worse. Like 10 hours in surgery worse.

Well, I take that back. The docs still haven't decided whether it needs surgery or not.

I'll keep you posted (literally, ha ha!) ...

Broken Wing

Self Portrait, 2009

So you can all feel sorry for me.

(And yes, I was wielding my camera the day after I broke my arm.)

Portait of my Wife, Cowboy H

And so you can see that Cowboy H can actually use a camera.

Interruption

"Hello? Hello? One... two... three... Testing. Testing.

Oh, ok, hello. Please excuse me, but I interrupt the regular broadcasting schedule for this very important announcement.

MAMA H HAS BROKEN HER ARM.

I repeat MAMA H HAS BROKEN HER ARM.

It may be a while before the normally scheduled programming continues. She is still figuring out how to type with one hand.

Thank you very much and I apologize for the interruption."