The first thing that happened to me was a young female spider, who I was examining in the garden one afternoon. She ran up my arm and I thought she’d dropped off my shoulder, but she hitched a ride inside my t-shirt and I saw her running across the bedroom floor the next morning. I wasn’t worried; I could catch her and put her out in the garden some other time.
Some nights later, there she was on the bedroom ceiling. I grabbed a glass, hopped up on the bed, reached up with the glass in my left hand (I’m ambidextrous, but lead with my left side) and…
That was the sound of a ligament tearing in my shoulder – an old works injury that I had long forgotten about. As I collapsed back onto the bed with tears of agony streaming down my face, D grabbed the glass, got the spider and called NHS Direct. As usual I refused to go to A&E so D strapped me up in a sling, due to which my balance and equilibrium were completely lost (left arm, remember?) and I later fell – crashing the already injured arm straight into a coffee table and causing further damage.
The results were really quite spectacular:
Subsequently I have spent well over a week in bed now, largely immobilised by pain. The sofa is too low for me to easily push myself up to stand with my good (and weaker) arm, and so bed it has had to be.
I am still typing with just one hand, but I recently managed to write this Doctor Who article in my role as a What Culture contributor. I had a great deal of fun writing it and readers seem to be enjoying it; in fact it has more views than any of my previously published articles to date.
A library was recently opened across the road from our house; we watched the progress as it was built and became more excited the closer it came to being completed. We both signed up and D volunteered – he used my library card to get Douglas Adams’ Shada out for me (an unfilmed Doctor Who script due to an electrician strike back then) while I was still unable to leave the house. I haven’t looked at it yet because I’ve not been able to lift a thing with my left hand until now and am useless with my right (unless reading on my Kindle, where all I have to do is push a button) but I can extend the loan if needs be.
This morning I was actually able to get dressed without too much difficulty, so I wandered over the road and spent an enjoyable couple of hours looking around the place, flirting with D, meeting a couple of the other volunteers and reading Walter Lord’s A Night To Remember - an account of the sinking of The Titanic, which I’ve brought home with me along with Pride And Prejudice And Zombies. I also have a stack of Norse history/mythology on order and shall enjoy tapping away on my laptop in the library as I research. I love to take notes of anything I learn, and Norse mythology is something that I have always been interested in.
I love having a local library; I can’t go very far by myself and so this gets me out of the house.