
Change is inevitable. Big changes are coming, whether I like it or not and whether prepared or not. Sometimes change is with joy, and sometimes it is with pain and loss.

Unfortunately, there isn’t good news, this time. It’s been a while, and, well, I fractured my arm again, this time at the humerus.
In March, I was carrying laundry too quickly down a flight of awkward stairs (with some low ceilings), and in socks slipped halfway down onto my bottom… not too gracefully, “thumpily” gliding down the rest of the stairs. Part of why it happened was I was coming off of anger with things and life, distracted in thought.

An injury is not how I wanted to catch a “break.” Thankfully, it was more of a crack and a chip, and bruises, that I didn’t need a cast or a brace. Walking was still a literal pain in the ass for weeks.
I am Tired.
Healing has been slow, but life happens anyway. The second round of physical therapy is put on hold for a week because I accepted to visit family in Colorado.

I will be flying for the first time tomorrow morning. Continue reading Broken, but making progress