Humpty Dumpty had a ……..

Lo and behold, if only I had not hesitated and not turned my back again to feed my dear plants with more water, I could have avoided all this trouble. But alas, the morning rays were screaming, “a very hot day it will be”.

How does it feel to be like a deck of cards tumbling down? It happened so fast that I do not actually remember the sequence of events. Just oh no, and next, I found both knees in the drain, (my garden drains) and my right palm beside the drain. It did not seem to hurt much, and then the pain reared its ugly head warning me not to take it lightly.

With ice packs, Ketoprofen pain relieve gel and two panadols, everything seemed fine and inflammation subsided.

                                                                                                        

However, the two doctors advised otherwise when the inflammation returned with more vengeance and seemed to be more extensive.

My reply then was, “What’s the fuss about, it is just something minor.”

So off to the hospital we went. After seeing the doctors, the prognosis is : A spiral crack on the metacarpal at the base of my little finger. I was informed that I may need either a plaster cast or a wire and a cast. That got me worried, if they need to wire it, I had to be warded. Fortunately, the fracture has not displaced the alignment of the metacarpal and managed to evade the wire but not the cast.

Moral of the day, ‘BE CAREFUL’. Then all these troubles and hassles could have been avoided.

That was a week ago, I still have another two weeks before the cast is removed.

The positive thing is I get to train and manage around on my left hand, an intensive course at that though. Most certainly hope the training will last me a lifetime, as I am not signing up for a sequel. The thing is, your muscles cannot be in high gear mode on such short notice even if it’s only for minor chores. That means I will have to be less ambitious with my training targets.:-(

The heightened use of my left hand has also provided me an opportunity to better understand what stroke victims have to go through to regain function of their limbs.

It is indeed a test of my patience and an alert alarm, a wake up call for my mounting carelessness of late.