learning how to do things with one arm

March has been an adventure for me. The week of March 11 we got one of our typical late winter snow storms. The next day it turned to ice. It was a Wednesday and it began as an OK Wednesday. The girls had just gotten over another illness. I wasn't feeling great and Paul was sick enough he had decided to call in sick to work. We were having some electrical problems at the house and the Trustees were planning on coming over in the afternoon. I took the girls to school, and we played ice skating as we walked. I came home and did normal church stuff and Paul slept. Then I went to pick up the girls. This is when disaster struck. Walking home from the daycare I slipped and fell on the ice. I was caring Elizabeth, and as I was falling I worried that she would hit her head on the ice. All I remember of the fall was this worry. The next thing I remember is that both Elizabeth and I were on the ground, and I was in a lot of pain. I didn't think I could move my left side. We were in the middle of the road, and I knew the bus for the afternoon preschool would arrive at any minute. I sent the terrified Catherine in to get her dad, and slid Elizabeth to the side of the road. I tried to stand several times, but the ice was too slippery and I couldn't use either arm. My left hurt too much and wouldn't support anything, and I was using my right arm to keep Elizabeth safe. Catherine was standing at our back door (it is in the basement) shouting for Paul who was upstairs in the bed room. He couldn't hear her. I told Catherine to go inside up to the bedroom and get daddy. With one or two looks at me to make sure Elizabeth and I would be OK, she finally left to get her dad. It took her awhile to convince Paul that I needed help. In the mean time I was finally able to stand and stumble in to the garage. I guess Catherine hadn't told Paul that I had fallen until they got to the basement. When Paul found us Elizabeth and I were in the garage she was sitting in a stroller we store in there, and I was sitting on the garage floor. I knew I couldn't take Elizabeth any further. We got inside, and Paul began getting ready to drive us to Urgent care in Spokane. I made lunch for the girls. When we got to urgent care we discovered I had cracked the end of my radius bone. We later discovered the location of the fracture is a very bad location. Although it was a small fracture every movement of my arm opened it up and caused pain. I have been in a splint and sling for almost four weeks now, and it is finally healed enough that typing isn't extremely painful. I have another appointment with the bone doctor where we will do another set of x-rays and evaluate the splint and sling. I hope Good Friday will be a good day for my arm and I will be able to lead our Good Friday service with out a splint. I need to get Paul to take some pictures so I can post them.