For me, a broken arm means new stuff here at the Castle. Well, technically it’s a broken wrist. Maybe.
Unfortunately, I fell down a week or so ago. I put my hand out to catch my fall, which is not the best idea. Who knew? Yes, I am a klutz!
Long story short, I am in a brace with a bad sprain and a possible broken wrist, waiting to hear from the Radiologist. I have instructions to not use my right hand. Easier said than done, right?