Monday, February 23, 2009

The art of one handed blogging - or be careful what you wish for!

Over the last few days I'd been getting seriously exercised about all I needed to do for Lent...there were leaflets to write & copy, courses to produce & publicise...& of course palms to burn! As parish life doesnt tend to stop to make space for these excitements, & as I was predictably determined that everything should be just right this first year as a grown up vicar, I was chasing my tail rather & caught myself wishing once or twice that it would all disappear & leave me to rest.
I honestly didnt say anything to anyone about broken arms, though...
However yesterday, after a tasty lunch with a good friend, nemesis struck! One second I was crossing the kitchen & about to open the dog gate, the next i was sprawled on the foor with my left arm lying what seemed to be some distance off, at a thoroughly unwholesome angle.
D**N
Lovely friend, Dufflepud & LCM take counsel while I swear a bit. NHS direct are consulted as to relative merits of taking me to hospital themselves or waiting for paramedics. At this stage my refusal to move.an.inch rather takes over. Enter delightful paramedic, who tries to get me high on entonox while failing to find a vein to inject something stronger (they couldn't find a vein last time I gave blood, so really not his fault). More discussions.
A real live ambulance is summoned & in due course appears. Still no morphine but it's time to leave the kitchen floor to its own devices. Who knew sitting up could present such a challenge ? - but after what seemed like several hours it is accomplished & we're off...along the route I had planned to take to visit a parishioner in hospital that very afternoon. I decide that a visit from a pallid vicar muttering small obscenities may be less than reassuring...maybe a phonecall will do?

A&E is predictably busy with weekend sportsmen, so we wait...for triage...for an x ray...for a doctor to interpret this & pronounce a spiral fracture of the upper arm...for a temporary plaster...for some PAIN RELIEF!!! Everyone is kind, competent, everything you could possibly hope for but by now I am exhausted, woozy & longing to go home. They decide not to pin the bone (apparently I am classes as young & fit...hmmmnn) and send us off with an appointment for the morning. On the way back I marvel at the impact of speed humps & reflect that it's going to interesting discerning which bits of work to attempt, what I can lay aside delaring myself "off sick" & decide that probably my arm will be a sufficient Lentern exercise in itself.

22 comments:

God_Guurrlll said...

oooww, I hope you heal quickly.

peace and love,

John said...

Oh poor you! Get those good drugs, quick. :-)

pax et bonum

Jonathan Hunt said...

You have a wonderful turn of phrase: 'pallid vicar muttering obscenities'. But we've all met them in the past and their arms were not broken!

Praying for you!

kitty said...

Prayers for your rapid healing.

Chris said...

OUCH! (and obscenities!)

A dreadful turn of events! I hope you are able to be kind to yourself amongst all the busyness.

Maybe your Lenten discipline is to allow your parishes to minister to you? Not easy though, especially when in pain.

Gentle and carefully-placed hugs.

Anne said...

Ow, ow, ow! Hope you're feeling more comfortable soon.

Chorus said...

Oh Kathryn!!! This is terrible!!! I hope that you recover quickly and as comfortably as possible.

Erin said...

oh dear! I will pray for speedy healing.

Graham said...

Ouch! I hope it heals well. This could be one of the most powerful times in your ministry- being 'laid aside' and not being able to 'do' a lot...

DogBlogger said...

(((((Kathryn)))))

Songbird said...

Sweet thing, I hate to think of you on that floor.

Disillusioned said...

So glad help was readily available. Praying for a speedy recovery, and much pain relief.

zorra said...

Dear Kathryn!! I am so sorry! Praying for pain relief and uneventful healing.

Cal said...

Oh hon.

(Gentle) hug and lots of prayers.

And yay for modern pain relief.

Mary Beth said...

Poor sweetie, I'm so sorry! That's awful. :P

Prayers for healing flowing your way. Glad you are young and fit!!! :)

Auntie Knickers said...

Ouchie! And prayers for healing. It seems to me that nearly everyone I've run into lately who had an injury similar to yours has done it at home or in some other non-adventurous way. I think we should make up some better stories about how these things happen.

Rachel said...

Ouch! Hope the pain is more bearable soon, and that healing is quick and uneventful.

Thoughts and prayers.

Reverend Dona Quixote said...

Ouch indeed! I have never been a "pallid vicar muttering obscenities", but I have certainly been a "pallid pastor" doing same. Get well --be as kind as you can be to yourself in the meantime.

Sophia said...

Oh, I am so sorry to hear this. Please take good care of yourself and let other folks do too!

Coming up on two years ago this Easter season I was rushing around and God finally got my attention with a broken toe, followed by all kinds of blessings and guidance and open doors. May it be the same for you!

liz said...

Kathryn, sending you love and prayers for healing. How often I have wished for something like that to happen just to get the space I crave but I always imagine it minus ANY pain and don't even consider the loss of control in so many areas that would really freak me out. Lenten discipline indeed!
Look forward to your one handed blogging because I'm sure you'll make it a humour filled sojourn. Bless you.

Crimson Rambler said...

much much love and harmonizing "ouches" and one question...are you right-handed?
the word verification is "lumbed"...sounds somehow relevant!

Tony said...

Only just read this (I've not been reading blogs much recently, even though I haven't exactly given it up for Lent). Hope you mend soon. I should give up work for Lent if I were you, till you're fully better.