I couldn’t resist this Daily Prompt from WordPress.
For the past 18 months, my friend Tracey has been calling me her Doppelgänger, nay, she has been telling anyone and everyone, at every opportunity, that I’m her ‘little Doppelgänger’. And whilst you may have almost choked – or giggled – over the word ‘little’, I can almost hear you saying “You look nothing alike”, and that’s true.
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I’ve been plaster free for the last three days, but this has only meant going from one stage of recovery to another.
My broken bone has healed, but 6½ weeks of immobilisation has taken its toll and I’ve very little movement in my hand and wrist. Queue the next step, the ‘physiotherapy stage’ and a state of affairs that has completely disrupted all my carefully laid plans.
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It’s hard to say what makes me feel loved.
It’s hard for me to say it succinctly that is, but I’ll try.
It’s been almost four weeks now since I fell and broke my right arm, and in that time, I’ve discovered how frustrating it is trying to operate with one hand – my non-dominate hand at that.
Laugh all you want, but this is not funny. I can’t dress myself, I can barely feed myself, and I cannot remember the last time my hair was so messy and out of control.
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Lately, I’ve been wondering. Ok, in the last seven days, I’ve been wondering if things happen for a reason, or simply by accident.
Yes, I am specifically talking about my little accident. But more to the point, I’m curious to know IF I broke my right arm completely by chance, or because there is something else at work.
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