Lake Rotowiti get-away was this past week-end. A bunch of Blenheim quilters (rallied by Barbara Paton) gathered for some communal quilting and general chatting interspersed with hilarity. Photos will appear soon in the candids section.
The trip was a seven hours from here, but somewhat irresistible. Too many friends in one place to pass this up!
After deciding which projects I would most like to ignore during the weekend, packing bedding, snacks, toiletries and such, I loaded the back of my husbands car to drive for my two-hour solo leg of the trip.
The drive was to Bonwyn's home where with combined forces we were going to brave the oncoming gale and make the next few hours a long companionable chat.
Loading the car with these anticipations, I turned from leaning over the boot and caught the protruding tow bar with my right shin. If my left shin had made contact the show would have been a comical dance of catching my balance...
My dance ended up looking more like a rhino in a tutu trying to balance on a big block of ice. It wasn't pretty. While laying in a heap on the gravel two things went through my mind...one was OWWW. The other was that I didn't want this to stop my intended trip. Once the shock nausea wore off, I was able to manage a shaky laugh.
Unfortunately my husband had witnessed the performance and was observing closely for signs of genuine injury. In a relatively short time I was again on my feet, dusted off, determined to look unaffected. The show must go on, shake it off, man up, stiff upper lip and all that.
Hmm..my smile was forced, both ankles hurt, my knee was bleeding and my left wrist was dynamite! (No doubt the pain would ease soon). I backed the car away from our home hoping Jeff wasn't noticing my frozen features, I only had to get to the end of the drive where I could grimace and frown freely.
Waiting to see how the wrist would behave was not an option. If I was going to see my friends it was now (or miss my connection to the lake). Finding I couldn't shift with my injured hand was problematic, but hey, it's why we have two! At this point I thought the pain would be best ignored.
Two hours later Bronwyn was less convinced that this could/should be ignored. The optimistic quilting gear was loaded into her car and with a bandage and an ice pack on my wrist we headed off. My friend's first-aid understanding made her increasingly concerned.
Having bored you on this subject long enough I will end all suspense and say that Bronwyn was correct. The pain did not diminish, the wrist did need medical attention. We did stop long enough for someone medical to advise an long detour to an X-ray.
Here Bronwyn helped with a concession, if we kept it braced, would waiting hurt? Knowing or not was immaterial, and frankly whether I had gone on the trip or not- the silly thing was going to feel the same.
Seeing all my quilting buddies and catching up was absolutely worth the pain. They are an amazing bunch. Ironically, project X was with my gear, and felting was the only thing I could accomplish one-handed!!! Quite a bit was accomplished, so the time was not lost.
When we returned from the great time at the lake, my husband and daughter fetched the car and the wounded warrior home. Jeff and I then proceeded to the emergency room to wait FIVE hours to have the wrist dealt with.
The doctor decided to treat my wrist as broken but will give me a final verdict in two weeks when the swelling is down and the x rays repeated.
My choice of fibreglass casts were myriad, with black being the least florid choice... since this will (hopefully) be my only cast ever, I went with flamingo pink. Life is too short to choose boring.