The Mother of Invention

It happened in a flash...
And before I knew it my life took another unplanned detour.
I had let the dog out at 7 AM and turned around [in the house] to go up the 2 small steps into the kitchen.  I must have misjudged the first step, and tripped UP the next one.
I fell forward and...
fractured my right arm.
So for the next 8-12 weeks, I wear a velcro gizmo designed to immobilize my right arm so that it will heal and not get worse.
Let me just say that as I type this one- handed, I cannot believe the many ways it has impacted normal and routine functions!!
My Latin teacher in high school taught us that,
'Necessity is the mother of invention.'
Because there are no stitches and no cast, the good news is that I can get in the shower and that is a wonderful thing.  I did discover that washing under my armpits while not being able to move my right arm proved...impossible!!!! 
What a revolting development that was!!!
I have solved that problem:  I took a back scratcher and covered it with a fuzzy sock, put soap on the top, and....
VOILA!!! It's a done deal.
My toughest task is pulling up my underwear and then outer pants without allowing my right arm to move away from my body...even a little bit.  Ouch!!!  Getting the right side all the way up to my waist is ....ARRGGHH!!!!  I challenge everyone...TRY IT!!
I will even let you keep your dominant hand as the working hand.  [I am a lefty, and now I have a whole new respect for the right arm's assistance.]
So...your mission is...should you choose to accept it... to get dressed one-handed.
Be sure to maintain your balance.  I am not responsible for any mishaps.
Any suggestions are welcomed, but please no sympathy or advice along the lines of being more careful.
I was/am the most focused person I know in being careful. Stuff happens.
I'm not as angry as I was 12 days ago.  And I dare say that a swear word or two eminated into the atmosphere...
Besides, ...it's history, 
2 weeks down...10 weeks to go.

And the New Year began...

I watched the countdown and really enjoyed the flashbacks to American Bandstand's career launching moments. At 12 o'clock, everyone yelled 'Happy New Year'!! And I climbed in between the sheets.  Ahhhh!
At 1; 15, the phone rang and it was Mom's Nursing Home telling me that Flo had fallen out of bed..[huh???] and they were sending her by ambulance to the ER 'cause they thought she needed a stitch or two. Really?
Who can you call at 1;30 AM and ask to accompany you to the ER on New Year's Eve and maintain a positive mood, too?   I called my friend and Flo's Eucharistic Minister, Helen.  She was so kind and helpful and funny.
The CAT Scan showed a [small] bleed in the brain and so they wanted to send her to Syr or Roch for better care.  So I got to do another ambulance ride and we pulled into the ER at 5;30 ish to see a very busy space occupied by patients and policemen.  I asked the staff innocently.
'How are you doing?'
'It's New Year's Eve in the ER....How do you think we are doing?'
She turned to her fellow worker and said, 'Gunshot #6 is on its way.'
I suddenly thought...there have to be angry people out there that want to even the score...and there was the possibility of imminent danger.  OMG!!  Am I going out in the midst of gunfire??
They kept Mom overnight for observation and when she was settled in a 'state of the art' room in the neurology wing, I went home.  More stories...next post...Flo is the Energizer Bunny!!!

Where to Begin.

Every day I think about writing, and every day I say 'Tomorrow'.
I will get it done after I return from visiting Mom at the nursing home.
Some funny and some not so funny adventures.
Til then.........