Thursday, December 5, 2013

For the Holidays (and a giveaway…)

by Cathryn Parry

Today’s blog post is about…the joy of getting back to what I had previously taken for granted, and will never do so again.

(Yay, I can type with two hands again!!)

Pretty Purple Cast
This was the state of my arm for about six weeks.  Pretty cast, huh? The color was my choice.  The injury was not.  The technical term for it is a “distal radius fracture,” the most common bone-break, typically caused by falling on an outstretched hand.  

In my case, it happened on ice.  Mid-fall, I experienced a cartoon-like “banana-peel” moment when I was suspended in mid-air and it seemed like time slowed and then stopped. With dread, I knew that when I finally landed, the results were not going to be good. 

My wrist was crooked in a way that no limb should bend.  It required a trip to the emergency room, an anesthesia shot from a humongous needle, and doctor-manipulations using a medieval torture device designed to straighten out the break. 

The pain was excruciating.  Worse, once the swelling went down enough that my fingers could somewhat gingerly move, I was dismayed to learn that normal typing was all but impossible.  Besides being clumsy and slow, the edge of the cast sometimes hit the “ctrl” key, causing all sort of weird and scary things to happen to the manuscript.  (Black screens, disappearing documents…it was a writer’s worst nightmare.)
After an initial period of despair, I ended up finding comfort in deciding that the best thing to do was to have patience and let the healing...and the writing progress...happen on its own time.  Specifically, I needed to count my blessings.  With every setback, there are always small graces to be thankful for, right?

Such as, I could still write in longhand because my dominant hand was not affected.   And, eventually the wrist will regain close to its normal mobility—it’s not as if this accident is a permanent setback.  Also, there were good things about needing help with my daily activities.  For one thing, while I waited for the cast to come off, I got to experience the romance of my husband washing my hair for me.  (And cooking our meals, too.  And doing the housework. I’m not the only one who thinks that men doing housework is sexy, am I?)

Plus, how often does a team of strangers come together to help you, some under miraculous conditions?
An actual Good Samaritan—a lady I didn’t know—volunteered to drive me, in my car, to a hospital emergency room, at a time when I was alone and located over two hours away from home in unfamiliar territory.  Then, once in the emergency room, there were workers who helped me figure out how to *get* home.   And I can’t forget the research gained from the hero-worthy Orthopedic Surgeons (great material—definitely to be used in some later story!)

So, that’s my personal story for this holiday season.  How about you—anything new going on in your life?  I’m also interested in hearing any tales about casts, emergency rooms, or other challenges in healing.

THE SWEETEST HOURS is in stores  this month (yay!).  I’m giving away a copy this Saturday, chosen at random from commenters in the comments section.  Thanks for reading! J

Cathryn Parry writes Superromances from her home in New England. Her website is at



Mary Preston said...

Nothing new in my life - certainly nothing break worthy. For want of a better way to put it. Sometimes no news is good news.

Sending healing thoughts!!!

Kaelee said...

I've never had a cast. I did fall down a flight of stairs many years ago. As well as lots of bruises, I ended up with a hairline fracture on the bridge of my nose. My nose works like a barometer now as I can tell when the air pressure is changing. I grew up in chinook wind country and before my fall I did not get chinook related headaches. Now I do.

I'm really hoping that no one I know has to have a cast or break any more bones. My sister fractured her ball joint where her leg joins her hip this past summer and had to have it screwed in place. She is now back in the hospital with a compressed disc in her back from another fall. I do not want any more bad things to happen to anyone.

Dyan said...

Many broken bones in my life...Seems I was a klutz in my younger years. Most recent break was a rib in my very first yoga class. FYI yoga can be bad for your health! ;)

Anonymous said...

My emergency room stories are about passing kidney stones. No broken bones. So glad you got help from those nice people.

Colleen C. said...

Oh my goodness... one time I stepped in a hole and I heard something pop in my ankle... the neighbor helped me into the house, got me ice and left. I was not sure what to do... I ended up calling my parents and they drove 3 hours to come help me... it ended up being torn ligaments. I was very thankful for the help and support my parents gave me... and still do!

Unknown said...

I'm sorry about your arm! The bit about the good Samaritans is nice to read. It's good to be reminded that there are kind people in this world.

kris said...

Cathryn, oh, you poor thing! I'm so sorry you had to go through this, but so very glad that you had the help you needed and that you are now getting back to regular life!

Cathryn Parry said...

Mary--yes, no news is good news! Thanks for the healing thoughts!

Kaelee--My gosh, your poor sister! I agree with you on the "no more bad things."

Dyan--Your very first yoga class?--that is bad luck! Though I did once pull a hip muscle in a yoga class, so I know what you mean.

Tammy--Thanks, yes, I owe a lot to the good Samaritans...and you reminded me, I need to find them and thank them, soon.

Colleen--That was great of your parents. Torn ligaments are horrible. I hope they're okay now!

Jennifer and Kris--thanks! I know you can sympathize about the typing part. :-)

PS Thanks for commenting, everyone! I'm sorry I'm late getting back to the has been a very tough week (and can only get better, lol!)

Also, Congratulations, Tammy! I pull your name in the raffle... :-)

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