Why would I sit in front of a screen on a glorious spring day? Why would I be typing this with one hand, and not very successfully? Let me tell you. I broke my arm. Again!
|Post accident and post surgery.|
It started last Thursday when smarty-pants Prairie Sherry decided to leave the safety of the plains and hiked up a bluff at Devil's Lake State Park. This is a photo of me enjoying a zen moment at the top of the rock-strewn bluff I had just climbed.
|Actually, I was just trying|
to get my heart rate back to
|Honey, I'm home.|
The arm is now set, plated in titanium, and ensconced in plaster. I will have to put aside any near-future plans of world domination a la Claire Underwood. I would never be able to get one of her signature slender sheaths over this bandaged appendage let alone zip up the zipper.
|Frank, would you put that call to Putin on hold and unzip|
this damn zipper?
Looks like a summer of sloppy t-shirts and elastic-waisted shorts ahead for me.
I would be remiss if I did not thank my dear friend, Cindy, for getting me off that bluff, driving to two ER's, and listening to my incoherent drug-induced ramblings for 8 hours. She has earned the title of Prairie Cindy.
|Bless you, Prairie Cindy!|