My surgery took two hours.
I have seven screws and a steel plate holding everything together.
Yesterday we learned how to manage my pain which moves quickly from a dull ache to searing hot agony...I have so many medicines that K keeps track of them on his phone. I'm supposed to have pain medication every six hours - I've only been able to hold out that long once.
I have a two piece cast wrapped in bandages and will see the doctor on Tuesday.
The boys have been cooking and running errands and lifting and helping all day each day.
Some sons are uncomfortable seeing me - I am a sight, bruised and bandaged.
But K, with his own set of breaks and bruises has been tirelessly caring for me all throughout the days and nights.
We reaffirm to each other at all hours:
are you okay? I am okay/ I need pills/water/food/the bathroom.
are you okay? I had a bad dream/my ribs hurt/my sheets are tangled.
are you okay? I was so afraid/it was awful/I was so lonely for you.
Then we say it together: we were in an accident, we broke our wrists, we are okay.