It’s probably because of all the times I laughed at America’s Funniest Home Videos and the YouTube videos Little Brother sends me.
It’s probably because I laughed hysterically when STBX slipped on the steps.
Or probably because I’m a klutz that would trip over my own shadow.
I slipped on the steps while sweeping off a light dusting of snow.
My luck finally ran out or Karma finally got me . . .
I broke both bones in my left arm. Up where they meet the wrist.
Can we say “ouch”?
ER doc referred me to ortho . . . ortho recommended surgery because “at your age” there is a 50/50 chance it would heal okay with a cast. Apparently 47 is ancient in the ortho world. But a cast would require 6 weeks to heal. Not very practical when you live alone. Surgery would require a cast for two weeks and a possible stint with physical therapy. Okay let’s do surgery.
Surgery done on Wednesday. Cast comes off right after Christmas. Pain meds are my early Christmas present.
I hope that I’ve learned my lesson about laughing at people that fall . . .
but you know that I haven’t!