Time and tide waits for no man

So here I am sitting around, licking my wounds and trying to decide in what form or shape this blog will take. Shall it be the Diary of A Hapless Bone ? Or Travails of the Struggling Parent ? Perhaps Trauma in the High C's - as in Cracked, Crippled, Crazy, Cabbie-hating, Cashless and Crushed ?

Okay , I know it’s useless wallowing in self-pity, not to mention destructive and it does nothing for the morale.

Diary of a Hapless Bone – The Bone

For want of a better suggestion, I'll kick it off with the first theme. It's amazing how quickly one comes down to earth after gravity and motion-impact shows its might and manifests itself. Let's see, firstly let me do a quick inventory of the damage. A fractured left clavicle - aka collar-bone - which links the breastbone and shoulder-blade.
That’s the star of today’s “show-and-tell”. I’ll dub it as The Bone. Next on the “pain chart” is the right palm which has some exposed flesh on the lower part furthest from the thumb. Lastly, a slightly hurt right knee. Besides those mentioned are some minor abrasions which I’ll brush aside.

The left arm is now in a cloth sling. Sometimes, an elastic belt takes its place. So far I’ve tried a few techniques. In one fashion, the belt goes round the neck and double-looped round the wrist. Another style is to fashion it into a cross-sling from over the right shoulder. Sometimes, I simply use the right arm to cradle the left somewhat like carrying an infant.

The first thing you learn very quickly is that one hand (especially an unfit one with flesh exposed) is a hundred times less useful than two good ones. That means it’s best to put aside thoughts of sex or titillation. Next, I thank my lucky stars that I’m effectively ambidextrous. Even with that advantage, bathing can be a real challenge.

Moving around is also tricky. The two halves of The Bone are actually floating around. As advised by the Orthopaedic Doctor, they are not doing anything to it. That means it’s neither set right nor fixed and joined back. I’m still trying to come to terms with that decision. So, I’m told to report back after 2 weeks, to see how well the two ends have “gelled” by themselves. Any attempt to use the left hand or shoulder displaces The Bone’s position. Discomfort is the result, due to either friction or some other reason.

A dramatic start for a first blog, this is. Well, it's precisely how I got started in the first place. With a little time to spare in my hands, the fingers are just itching for it.
Cheerio !