Do you have a nickname?
My daughter, Abbie has given me one.
She calls me Little Arm.
Unusual, I know for someone
who sports Oprah-like arms.
There is a story behind this title.
It stems from an incident
a couple of summers ago.
On Saturday I had washed the siding
and scrubbed the porches.
We went to church that evening
because Stu had to bale hay the next morning.
I got up early Sunday morning.
I wanted to wash windows.
They had been splashed by all the siding grunge.
I was on a roll.
I had music going and was kicking rear.
My windows in the front room
and Stu's office are wide.
They are 44" wide.
They are 1/4 and 3/4, rather than double hung.
They tilt in so that is great but,
the bottom section is so deep
you can't reach it and hold it.
I was putting it on a chair back
so I could reach it all.
The top is easy.
I was on my last window.
This exact window I just posted.
I was standing on the desk
but couldn't reach it all.
I stepped down on the office chair.
It was a swivel chair on a hardwood floor.
I flew back and sideways and crashed.
I landed on my left shoulder.
I knew I was in trouble.
I had to focus.
I drug myself up and felt crooked.
I went for my phone.
I grabbed my cell, went back to the couch
turning the fan when I went by it.
I was sweating and about to puke.
I called Stu and no answer.
Then I called Maggie.
She answered and I asked
She said "eating at Steak and Shake,
we've been to church."
I asked her to try her dad again,
I had fallen and gotten hurt.
Two seconds later he calls.
He had no truck, just a tractor,
the neighbor guy had to go get him.
We went to the local hospital.
They did the x-ray and cat scan.
The guy on call said you will have to go see a surgeon in Decatur.
You have broken your shoulder.
I bawled the whole way home.
Who was going to babysit my grand babies?
Aubrie was 3, Everett was just 1.
I slept in the recliner and Stu slept on the couch.
I couldn't get in to the surgeon on Monday
so Tuesday we got an appointment.
I got disappointing news.
My shoulder was pretty busted up.
They did the surgery the next day.
I came home the next.
No movement for 4 weeks.
I got some hardware, still do.
I slept in a hospital bed
in the living room for a month.
Not once did Stuart go upstairs.
He stayed on that couch, even though
I told him I would be fine.
He was a great nurse.
He hired a cleaning lady.
He cooked, and he helped me bathe.
He would shave the good arm's underarm.
The other I couldn't raise.
He was (is) awesome.
We found a lady to keep the grandkids
on the days I usually had them.
After a month, I started therapy.
The doctor said if I could raise it to my waist,
he considered it a success.
The first session, I prayed scripture
in my head the whole time.
It was so painful.
I worked hard, and man, it was hard.
I couldn't drive for 9 weeks,
but my buddies/family were great.
They visited, brought meals,
took me to therapy,
to lunch and anywhere I needed to go.
After 15 weeks, I was released.
I can put my arm straight up beside my head.
I can reach behind to my bra line.
My deltoid atrophied a lot.
I have built it up,
but it just isn't the same as the other.
I don't have as much strength as I did.
I can't lift as well as I used to,
but hey, I'm no little arm!!!