Sticks, stones, cement sidewalks…

I broke my arm last night.  At the 25th Anniversary Concert on the Square, the first of the season this year.  For those of you who are not residents of the People's Republic of Madison, Concerts on the Square are chamber orchestra concerts, usually featuring guest artists, played on the steps of the state capitol building for picnicking masses seated on the surrounding lawns.  Phwew!  Try typing that ten times fast, one-handed!  This year, they didn't spay for insects terribly well, and so I was besieged.  On my way to the Walgreen's across the street from the capitol lawn for some deep-woods something, I tripped on the black-painted, thick chain swag that serves as a fence between lawn and sidewalk, face-planting on the cement side of the verge.  A couple mean-spirited senior-citizen-fucktards laughed and clapped as I clambered to my feet, bleeding from a split lip and chin-gash.  For once, I was left nearly dumb.  As I stumbled towards the drugstore, all I could blurt at their stupid, happy faces was an uninspired "I'd never do that to you."

The thing was, at this point, my face was on fire, but my arm didn't
much hurt.  I purchased my bug-away, a bag of ice and some naproxen sodium, and Orpheus fixed me an ice pack when I returned to the blanket. It wasn’t until half-way through the quiche (and second bottle of wine... Bulgaria was also in attendance,) that the swelling and pain started in my arm. We left during intermission, following one of the best performances of Gershwin’s ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ that I’ve ever heard. O. drove. We got B. home, and then went to urgent care, where everyone was quite kind, and x-rays were done. Whichever bone in my forearm is responsible for rotation has a crack at the elbow end. Fortunately, this is an easy, no-cast kind of break... Unfortunately, it hurts like hell in the sling, as does, increasingly, my left wrist, which itself may be badly sprained or broken.

Orpheus, given how freaked he was during the gravel-under-skin incident last summer, was very kind and together. We went to the pharmacy for my vico, then he took me to his place, which is lucky... I can’t remove a shirt by myself at the moment, though I can clean myself. I was so embarrassed, I offered a two week hiatus to O, so he could avoid me for awhile if he needed to. He refused. I still can’t help but feel guilty, though, as I’m as good as helpless. We’ll see how things go. I should be out of the sling in a couple weeks, which is fortunate. S’s wedding is in two weeks, on the nose.

More later, kids. Wish me luck with my arm/wrist!