Broken

We came home from a fun evening with friends at Lake San Marcos, and Nico was so excited to see us that she peed in the hall. I went to change clothes and came trucking down the hall, barefooted of course, and hit the puddle and my feet went flying. Dwight was standing there and as I grasped for the wall, trying to break my fall, he looked on unreactive. Just happened too fast. Well, the "grasping for the wall" maneuver broke my arm. Yay. I hate ER so badly I waited to see a doctor the next day. I have three nondisplaced fractures of the largest arm bone. 5 weeks in a cast and two in a splint. Fortunately I have an awesome husband to wait on me.