I generally write about decluttering and organizing, but every so often something noteworthy happens I want to share. Yesterday one of my kids broke their arm. The result of a split second incident was a hairline fracture to the left arm. The child is now in a cast to the elbow. Luckily, it wasn’t the dominant hand. My mommy battle scars over 16 years include bumps, bruises, stitches, and an occasional visit to the ER for other random things. This is my first broken bone.
In the first 24 hours since the the accident, I have come to appreciate things I have taken for granted:
Getting dressed: Finding a suitable outfit was like looking for treasure. It took 20 minutes to find a shirt with stretchy cuffs and wide sleeves and bottoms with elastic without zippers or buttons. Other than coordinating the pieces and modesty requirements, I never realized there might be other considerations.
Sitting upright: Sitting involved finding a comfortable place to sit, propping pillows, and adjusting an arm sling.
Eating: Finger foods are great. A pita is easier to eat than a sandwich and doesn’t need utensils. Straws are great to aid drinking from different angles.
Typing: The ability to type two-handed is really a blessing.
Sleeping: A good interrupted night’s sleep will probably never happen for the next 18 years, but being awakened multiple times during the night is not my idea of fun, especially for medical reasons.
Drugs: legal ones, that it. Thank G-d for ibuprofen.
Everyone has been wonderful, starting with the medics who responded to the emergency call. The strangers who let me borrow their cell phones and the neighbor who gave us a ride home from the emergency center. The neighbor who lent books to read. The teachers and classmates who called. The friend who sent a get well video message. The e-card sent by a grandparent. The friend who lent a sling. Each of these kindnesses have meant so much–more than words can express.
In two days we are to meet with the orthopedist. Hopefully everything will be on the mend by then. I am sure I will discover more things to be grateful for as the journey of the broken arm continues.
Thanks for reading.
-Karen, aka the Klutter Koach
March 7, 2016