Welp, trying to head to a “language café” tonight, I slipped on black ice (I fail at snow) and have sprained my right elbow(possibly broken? I hope not–no swelling, but I can only straighten my elbow to a certain point, although I’d say that point is 170 degrees out of 180). At least it’s my non-dominant hand. And we have ice packs from the last time I failed snow.
I’m lonely and discouraged at the moment. Good thoughts, prayers, and distractions appreciated; platitudes not. I’m spiky and irritable enough that I told my husband all his cooking sucks just because I needed to lash out.