Of bones and death

Out the bedroom window this cool, overcast Monday.

I HAVEN’T issued a recent update on my child bride’s broken arm.

On Sept. 28, two days before a month had passed (the doctor initially said it would require four to six weeks), the cast came off. Since neither of us had ever suffered a broken bone before, we were clueless about the process.

While an X-ray indicates the arm is healing nicely, we did not anticipate the effects of one month of having an arm immobilized. Things happen to muscles and tendons, painful things. Well, mostly after the cast comes off.

But she’s doing exercises and soaks in warm water, and all is improving, but it’s not back to normal. Patience.

Worst of all for her is not being able to return to the gym. This has been the longest spell of no-gym in her 30 years of gym fanaticism. Again, patience.

But she’s driving her car again, and dealing with her own hair.

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We’re approaching the middle of October, which means we’re nearing the end of the yearly, five-month-long, daily deluges. The Day of the Dead arrives Nov. 2, and sometimes we get a rain on that candlelit night, messing things up in the cemeteries, but then the rain is gone till the following June.

With luck, the Day of the Dead will be dry. I’m told the corpses prefer it that way.

18 thoughts on “Of bones and death

  1. I love reading your blog, and look forward to each new post. Equally, I enjoy the comments from your readers. A very smart group. Out of my league, I’m afraid. And of course, your comments on their replies. I didn’t realize how much I was missing by not going back and reading the comments 2 or 3 days later. I’ve missed over half of them by not rechecking later. Congratulations on getting rid of the cast. I’m sure, with her determination, after a month she will have regained full use of the arm.


    1. Thanks for the kind words, Phil. Yes, the comments often are the best part of being here and, yes, they are a very smart bunch. I doubt they are out of your league at all. By the way, if you click down below to receive follow-up comments, it’s not necessary to come back days later. And, as for the arm cast, she’s regaining mobility little by little every day. Patience is required.


    1. Ms. Shoes: That rain of which you speak seems to be a relatively recent phenomenon. I don’t recall it happening at all my first dozen or so years here. From November to June … bone dry. Must be that Global Warming that Al Gore is always going on about.


  2. Ah yes … recovering from broken bones. Not fun, but it’s a process. You’ve got to take the long view, look at the bigger picture. Your child bride will eventually be fine and working out as usual. Last year some of my friends have gone through a bunch of medical issues. One chopped off two fingers in a bizarre gardening accident. Another tried to do the same thing but was unsuccessful. They got sewed back on. Another friend has had bits and pieces removed due to cancer. It all reminded me to enjoy every moment and take the usual precautions when crossing the street or topping a 200-foot tree.

    Hope your child bride heals quickly. In some ways healing is an opportunity to concentrate on other things.

    It’s Canadian Thanksgiving. I prefer our timing to yours. Too close to Christmas. Cheers 🙂

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    1. Brent: Thanks for the horror stories. I feel much better now! As for healing being an opportunity to focus on other things, she has been doing more cooking for the two of us now that her weekly pastry sales have been on hold. They start again next weekend though, so we’ll be back to daily gruel here at home.

      I did not know Canadians had a Thanksgiving. Some of the Pilgrims landed farther north? As for its being a better date than “yours.” We Mexicans don’t have a Thanksgiving. You must be speaking of those Gringos between the two of us. Cheers to you!

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      1. Felipe: Our pilgrims were initially French. They spent two winters in 1604-5 on St. Croix island in Passamaquoddy bay near Calais, ME and St. Andrews, NB.

        Of course, the Vikings frequented of Newfoundland and Nova Scotia long before that.

        Happy to hear that your wife is mending well.


      2. The Mexicans don’t have Thanksgiving, but when they are on the other side in the USA, they call it Turkey Day. The first time I heard it I laughed.


  3. Very good to hear healing is well under way. As mentioned above, patience is required.

    I heard somewhere that all you Mexican guys are exceedingly patient. Hope that is true.
    And, I bet it is.

    Saludos to you both!


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