Wow, I had no idea! I could have been sending healing thoughts! Was it your dominant arm?
No, thank god. I should have mentioned that another thing I was lucky not to break was my neck. My son, standing behind me, feared that was going to happen because I smashed my face into the corner of this brick wall at an awkward angle. As I plunged face-forward the thought going through my mind was, will I have broken glass in my eyes when my glasses break? But that didn't even happen!
Plus, I was told not to drive for eight weeks so I got out of eight weeks of working Saturday shifts. You need to be able to drive in case you have to go out to some breaking news event. So the first week I missed having to write a story about a woman who killed her son with a shotgun and stuffed him into the trunk of her car. Later, I missed having to do one where a family of five was pulled out of a lake because the suicidal husband had killed the wife and three kids.
Now they've taken me off Saturdays permanently! So I have a M-F schedule again instead of T-S. And yesterday I didn't have to do a story about a guy who stabbed four young people, killing one and seriously injuring others, who were riding innertubes down a river near the Wisconsin border.
And in PT, my therapist said I could get PT for the back pain I've been suffering on and off for 20 years and insurance would cover it.
So it was an unfortunate minor accident but some good came out of it so overall I consider myself fairly lucky.
Get this -- I had just the day before it happened I told someone I hadn't broken a bone since second grade. Uh-oh, I thought, I'll jinx myself, so I knocked on a wooden table. The question is, does my experience prove that knocking on wood does not work? Or can I attribute my could-be-worse experience to the wood knocking?