The whole season I have not rollerbladed once. It was a gorgeous day. Bob wanted to takes pictures at the lake. We’d just had a coffee with Eireannn and Craig, I dropped him off and went home to get Mortie. Then I thought why not bring the rollerblades.
Back at the park, Mortie and I had a lovely time. Many people pronounced him cute. He got a bit of a run.
It only broke down when we stopped for a photo for our blog. “Stand over there where the light is better” said Bob. Somehow in posing, maybe Mortie tugged, certainly not hard, I started to fall backwards. I did the mad whirly bird but to no avail.
I landed on my left hand. Nothing else hurt. But my fingers felt numb. My bottom forearm seemed disconnected from the bottom. “I broke my arm” I told Bob. it was a very distinctive twisty feeling.
Four hours later I’m sporting this lovely hot pink cast. Now I’m typing with one hand.