The glory of being able to type again!

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On January 19th I fell flat on my face, ate dirt and leaves, and broke my right wrist. Because I fell on dirt, it did not shatter. Still, it was very painful and began swelling in mere minutes. Amazingly, I was seen to very quickly in the ER. I checked in, went straight into the triage waiting area, and in less than five minutes was talking to a tall, bearded, maned male RN. I can't recall his name, but he was very good. He spoke to me about five minutes and then took me to the inner sanctum of the ER, right next to the Psych eval section. I was almost instantaneously whisked to have X-rays done, having lucked into the one brief lull in the madness of the day. The wait after Radiology was a bit longer than I'd have liked as I was in a great deal of pain. Finally, I was seen to and ended up in a plaster splint wrapped in Ace bandages that went from the tips of my fingers down around my elbow and back up again. I had to wear that contraption for a week. Egad. Anyhoo, I then got a hard cast, neon pink, made of fiberglass and wore it for a month. Then I got a kelly green cast which I wore for another two weeks. The day I got that cast off and they gave me the wrist brace I wanted to do cartwheels I was so happy. I could type again! You see, that's what I found most frustrating. Being unable to type is nigh to being unable to breathe for me. So now, as evidenced by my short sojourn thus far at myLot, I can write effectively again and that, my dears, is everything.