So on Tuesday I slipped on the ice on the steps of my house and broke my left arm. I was on my way to the gym.
And they say irony is dead.
I almost went to the gym anyway. Thought it was just a bruise, until I realized that every time I tried to move it, I experienced heights of pain normally not achievable outside of Apache torture sessions.
There are a number of things I learned from this experience. One, obviously, is to keep your steps shoveled. A second is that if you have to go to the emergency room, 5:30 AM is the time to do it. I was in and out of there in 45 minutes. And that includes putting the cast on.
A third is that there are a number of things you can do with one hand. You can drive a stick shift, for example, although it's a little tricky: if you're going into a curve, you better do you shifting beforehand, because you're not going to do it during. You can even shovel snow, however belatedly, or run a snow blower with one hand. You can get dressed with one hand, too, although it'll take you about fifteen minutes; buttoning a shirt is a bear.
So is typing, it turns out. I have worked out a way I can type with two hands, but it's not terribly effective, and I can't do it for too long. So I'm not going to be posting anything next week. I also have three briefs due next week, so we'll see how that goes.
See you in March.