You may be wondering where I’ve been since November 30 ~ Day Three ~ of my outpatient eating disorder treatment program.
Read the comments to that last post. You’ll see some of my progress.
Since then a few things happened…
I snapped the picture you see, this morning. It’s a tight shot of my right hand.
Note the discolouration on my thumb. Not dirt. It’s a bruise, black and blue.
I am very right-handed and not, as I have discovered ~ in the least, whatsoever, in any remote way ~ ambidextrous. The plaster cast you see goes up to my elbow. It weighs “a ton.” Feels like it, anyway.
After a stupid fall on Wednesday, December 14 ~ all falls methinks are stupid, right? ~ and an x-ray revealed that I had indeed broken my right arm above my wrist, the technician in the ER fracture clinic said I would be able to have a yellow fibreglass cast in a week. Mmmmmm. My favourite colour.