Two days ago I was cycling to work, and as I made a left turn, my wheels got stuck in the streetcar tracks and I tumbled onto the road. My hands broke my fall, but the fall broke my wrists.
Ironically, I’d said just the night before that I wanted to be more empathetic of my father’s situation — but this is not what I had in mind!
Now I find myself totally dependent on other people, which is a real challenge, and a real learning experience. And I already loved Craig before, but now he’s risen to a whole new level of devotion, as he takes complete care of me. I’m very grateful.
Everyone at work has been incredibly supportive and has relieved me of any worries about my security, telling me just to take care of myself and heal. They also been wonderful about sending gifts, cards, and offering to help.
So instead of starting a new book, I’m having to look at a big open field ahead of — nothingness? Thinking? I’m not sure what to do with this space.
I’m also very well aware that our move is in just four weeks, so I won’t be through this process yet when that time comes.
It’s funny that my in-laws’ birthday card to me featured a cartoon saying “zero tasking”, showing a man sitting on a couch. Little did they know that that’s exactly what I’ll be doing right now!
But this is the challenge I have to take on, not to try to be ahead of where I am in this process, but to just relax, do nothing, and take care of my body, because it’s just been through a shock.
I go for surgery on Wednesday next week to put a plate into my wrist – the wrist of my drawing hand – so I’m nervous, but I’ve been assured that the hand program team here is exceedingly good, and I should regain all function.
Everything depends on that.