Rest in peace my friend

Saddest news... One of of my friends passed away last week. It is so hard to understand... L was young, happy, beautiful, bubbly with young kids and lovely husband.
May she rest in peace.

“I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.”
- Gandalf

How to survive several weeks one hand in a cast part I

When I fell, I had no idea I had injured my wrist. X-rays finally told another story. Scaphoid fracture. Cast technician walked in and asked if I wanted the good or bad news. Bad news was that there were no pink casts available, just that plain old white fiberglass edition. Bad news was that there was a fracture. Bad news is that it was the scaphoid in my right, dominant hand. More bad news: that the cast would stay on for a very long time. I could not think of any good news at the time, but now, almost two weeks later I have acquired loads of new skills: I can write with my left hand. It's not the best possible writing, it's probably worse than when I first learned to write in huge misshaped capital letters, but at least it is legible. I can tie my shoelaces and I can go for a walk. I have mastered the skill of wrapping Clingfilm and plastic bag and have managed to keep the cast dry.. Except that it got a bit damp in the rain this evening. I can even drive my car as long as I take the corners slow and drive an automatic car. I can go to work and edit colleagues' Excel spreadsheets with one hand. I can use the mouse now quite well with the left, ex-non-dominant hand. I can apply make-up, but lately have realized that foundation is enough as all the activities still take quite a long time every morning. I can get dressed, I can shave my legs, I can eat.

What I can't do yet.. have not figured out how.. is ride my horse. She is always lively and on the go, so it may not be safe just yet. I can't push a shopping trolley from the grocery store to my car. The trolleys have minds of their own and people with a healthy pair of hands have trouble pushing them. I can get eye drops into my eyes without poking myself with the container, which I used to do all the time. If it wasn't the container, it was the edge of the plaster, especially close to the thumb. I can't wash my hair very well, but hairdresser can do a lot to help. I can't sleep well, because the cast and the hand inside it is never very comfortable.

More to follow- x-rays and doctor's appt next week.

Winter 2015

Broken

One small slip, trip or fall can change your right/left hand's life for at least five weeks. I slipped on an icy lake and this is the end result. That ice.. I knew it. I've never been great with ice, at least walking on it. I wasn't fond of skating ever. Coke with ice, sure. That was an exception. The next 5-6 weeks will at least give me an opportunity to think about things, exercise, watch TV, sleep, eat take away's and go to work. Shower.. yes..
Forget about horses and riding for a while.
I would have loved a pink or purple plaster thought lol.

Við sjáumst

One day the question I have to answer is "what do I really want?"
Today isn't the day, but it will come sooner than later.
What kind of life am I living? How much time am I spending thinking and wondering what could be, specifically those issues I can't change however hard I try? 
There are no answers to some questions I guess we all have, but what would really happen if everything was served on a plate with silver cutlery all the time? Fantastic! I'd take it. Not all the time, sometimes it's fab to work for things and be reminded that nothing comes free. Except for death and taxes.
The scene above looks pretty cold, but it's inviting, clean, fun. I have forgotten the four seasons that some places still have. I had forgotten it's quite a challenge to stay upright on an icy road. And the cold northern wind... but it's still something I can feel, really and truly feel.