It’s weird how much we take having two working hands for granted.
Since breaking my wrist at the end of July, it’s been a series of minor milestones – from my first appointment with my family doctor a few days after the surgery where he changed my dressing on through things like being told I could take my splint off for short periods of time to wash my arm to slowly regaining movement in my hand (again, something as simple as touching your thumb to your various fingers normally doesn’t seem like that big of deal until you can no longer do it. And forget about snapping your fingers or playing a barre chord on a guitar!)
Anyhow, I still have a ways to go (I’d estimate I’m at about 75% of where I was before my injury) but I had a good follow-up appointment with my surgeon the other week and he said he expects that I’ll get back to ~95% of prior use (which is good because Dr. Google kept telling me I’d be lucky to get to 75-80% and there was also a chance my broken scaphoid might die due to poor blood supply in that area!)
It’s also funny how you don’t normally go around comparing notes with people about how much metal they have in their bodies but since my injury (especially when I was wearing my splint which I’m only doing minimally now), many random people have told me all kinds of horror stories of their own, often much worse, accidents.
One person said she broke her leg when a group hug “fell over” and she ended up on the bottom of the pile.
One person said his wife broke both wrists in a bike fall and that “was a test of our marriage vows for sure. I told her, if you don’t want to see what I’m doing to help you in the bathroom, you’ll have to close your eyes I guess!”
One person fell of a horse.
One person fell off a 17′ high scaffold.
One person broke multiple bones in a car accident.
One person got stomped on by an opposing player’s cleats in a soccer game.
One person had their thumb cut off in a woodworking accident and had to get wires and pins put in to hold everything together.
One person said that while being x-rayed for a new wrist injury, the doc said “At least this didn’t affect your earlier break which is still holding strong.” and the person realised they’d probably had some minor hairline break since childhood they never knew they had until that moment.
I guess that’s my final thought – how lucky we are to live in the age that we do where you can break a bone (or bones), go to a hospital, have an anesthesiologist put you under (and hopefully revive you!), have a surgeon insert a piece of metal into you (not much different than how you might re-affix a loose fence board in your backyard) then give you pain meds, antibiotics for any complications and prognosis for a (near) full recovery with (again, hopefully) minimal complications.
Not that long ago, if say my grandfather fell off a horse or my grandmother fell on some ice or whatever, a more likely course of action would be to wrap the injured limb up, ice it a bit and hope that it mostly healed on its own without too much loss of use.
I can’t wait to see what medicine leads to next (though I’d prefer not to be the patient in future either if I can help it!)
This was one of the most unique hotels we saw during our visit to Mexico last March.
For example, while all beaches in Mexico are considered public property, this hotel is on a small island of its own, connected to Isla Mujeres by a short bridge, which means that this is one of the few places in Mexico where you’re able to essentially enjoy a private beach, let alone feel like you have your own private island!
It also has what is basically its own shallow lagoon as well as being only steps from the famous Playa Norte.
And, perhaps most shockingly, a young woman whose mother I worked with in my first post-MLIS job at Southeast Regional Library was hit by a train and died a few days later, just after her 17th birthday (and as her mother later shared in a viral post, the accident was because “My SMART, sensible, beautiful young lady was looking at her goddamn fucking phone.”)
The accident happened on a Thursday night and Shea and I passed the scene on our way to our campsite though we didn’t see the accident, only the large number of police cars at the scene, likely already beginning their investigation. It wasn’t until I looked at Facebook the next morning that I learned who had been in the accident.
I didn’t know Kailynn personally though, as happens these days, I felt like I knew a bit about her from her mother’s social media posts. In fact, there’s a chance I even interacted with Kailynn at the Weyburn Pharmasave where she had a part-time job and where our family stopped occasionally throughout the summer.
Anyhow, there was a celebration of Kailynn’s life on Sunday so I thought I’d post the video tribute that they showed at the ceremony…
The third ever HiaC match between Undertaker and Mankind had not one, not two but three iconic spots (two involving falls from the top of the cage) that make this one of the best, most influential, most memorable matches of all-time (but was so extreme, it also created a backlash against increasingly dangerous “stunt” spots.)
Longtime NDP member, former Sask NDP party president and candidate for office and party leader, Yens Pedersen, won the byelection in Regina Northeast yesterday to boost the number of Saskatchewan NDP MLAs to 13.
My first introduction to Pedersen was when he competed against Ryan Meili for Leader of the Saskatchewan NDP in 2009.
At the time, Ryan ended up placing second to the eventual winner, Dwain Lingenfelter, but both of the other contenders – MLA Deb Higgins and Yens Pedersen – threw their support behind Meili during the voting rounds and to this day, I often wonder how the Saskatchewan NDP might be different in terms of party renewal and revitalization if Meili had managed to pull off the upset.
Anyhow, here’s another picture to show the long history Pedersen and Meili have together – this one from a Ryan Meili book launch that was held at Regina Public Library in September 2012 when, if memory serves, Pedersen introduced Meili.
