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Exciting Adventures in Strawberry Picking
May. 18th, 2026 07:20 pmI've been posting about this on most of my social media, so probably a lot of you know about it already.
So there I was yesterday, after finishing the late afternoon chores, out picking strawberries in the back yard. (I get a good bowlful every week currently, plus another bowlful of blueberries.) And I stepped wrong, tripped over my own feet, and fell on the concrete walkway, catching myself with my left hand and spilling the berries all over.
Well, you may be guessing where this is heading. I looked down at my arm, thought, "That's not what a wrist is supposed to look like," and my vision started going gray. I pulled out my phone, called Denise, and said, "I just fell and broke my arm." Before I got another word out, she said she was on her way. I carefully got myself up, grabbed my purse, let myself out through the garage (so I could use the phone app for the garage door and not bother with keys), and leaned against the fence, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to sit down, but not sure I could do so safely.
Anyway, got down to Kaiser ER and got taken care of. As expected, I didn't get released until midnight, at which point the friend-transport network had changed shifts, with a third party on standby. (The ER staff were a bit surprised that I had friends stepping up like that--evidently it's not typical?)
Today I'm having "fun" figuring out how to do things one-handed. (Opening pull-top cat food cans has been the hardest so far. Typing one-handed is tedious but not difficult.)
They expect to pull me in again in the next day or so for surgery to stabilize the bones since the break (radius and ulna both) is so close to the wrist.
During the traction to set the bones the doctor told me I was very brave, but honestly it was mostly the Fentanyl.
So there I was yesterday, after finishing the late afternoon chores, out picking strawberries in the back yard. (I get a good bowlful every week currently, plus another bowlful of blueberries.) And I stepped wrong, tripped over my own feet, and fell on the concrete walkway, catching myself with my left hand and spilling the berries all over.
Well, you may be guessing where this is heading. I looked down at my arm, thought, "That's not what a wrist is supposed to look like," and my vision started going gray. I pulled out my phone, called Denise, and said, "I just fell and broke my arm." Before I got another word out, she said she was on her way. I carefully got myself up, grabbed my purse, let myself out through the garage (so I could use the phone app for the garage door and not bother with keys), and leaned against the fence, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to sit down, but not sure I could do so safely.
Anyway, got down to Kaiser ER and got taken care of. As expected, I didn't get released until midnight, at which point the friend-transport network had changed shifts, with a third party on standby. (The ER staff were a bit surprised that I had friends stepping up like that--evidently it's not typical?)
Today I'm having "fun" figuring out how to do things one-handed. (Opening pull-top cat food cans has been the hardest so far. Typing one-handed is tedious but not difficult.)
They expect to pull me in again in the next day or so for surgery to stabilize the bones since the break (radius and ulna both) is so close to the wrist.
During the traction to set the bones the doctor told me I was very brave, but honestly it was mostly the Fentanyl.
