Yes, I slipped and fell on icy stairs on Monday, November 27th and all my plans were derailed. Instead of painting I spent the evening envisioning healing vibes surrounding me, but by Tuesday morning reality had set in. I had either badly sprained my wrist or it was broken. A few hours later I arrived back home nursing my freshly splinted broken right wrist. My arm was swollen enough that a full cast would have to wait.

My dominant hand was incapacitated, so much for my big art journal comeback.

Unfortunately my wrist became misaligned requiring a surgical visit involving a titanium plate to help me regain my full range of motion. And that’s where I am now, just biding my time, taking my meds, elevating and icing, waiting for my next appointment where I’m hoping to graduate to a brace that will allow me to hold a pencil or brush. In the meantime I’ll continue trying to master a fork with my left. A gal’s gotta eat, you know!