Moving Along to 2015
Moving along to 2015
It’s hard to believe that 2014 has already come and gone. When I reflect upon the events of last year for me, I can definitely say that health-wise, it was one of my most tumultuous ever. The old adage certainly rang true for me: “when you have your health, you have everything.” As an individual who really enjoys being active most of the time, I wouldn’t exactly be fibbing if I mentioned that I’m not altogether sorry to have this past year behind me.
The year almost literally began with a fractured arm that I suffered while skiing early in January. Because they couldn’t put any type of cast on my upper arm, I was repeatedly reminded that I indeed had suffered a broken bone. This required me to more or less “sleep” in a sitting position and nights were occasionally punctuated by my painful yelps as I inevitably shifted positions. My poor wife had no choice but to exile me to our guest room. About a week after my injury, I met a friend for a cocktail at a bar. Thinking that my arm in a sling also contained a sturdy cast, when I walked up to him at the bar, he wacked me on the shoulder and asked me how I was doing. I guess the loud outburst he received probably quickly answered his question; I know it momentarily silenced the other patrons.
Fast forward to Mother’s day, where I was attempting to be a good hubby and help out with some of the house chores. I somehow managed to snag my middle finger in a door hatch. It was back to the emergency room for a tendon issue with my finger. All told, after a botched splint job, my finger was out of commission for another three months or so. I can assure you that for most humans, the middle finger is useful and an important digit. I wish I could use the injury as an excuse for my terrible handwriting, but unfortunately that is not the case.
As you might imagine, the folks at my office were giving me more than a little grief about my misfortunes. Directed comments included walkers, canes, wheel chairs, blankets and bubble wrap. My advice here is always have a good sense of humor, even if the jokes are at your own expense. Then get even.
Fortunately I seemed to have bounced back and feel more or less like my old self. For 2015 I’m looking forward to making up for last year’s lost skiing. Beginning this week, I’m planning on participating in weekly ski racing at Wachusett Mountain (a first for me). My wife cringes at the thought. Perhaps I’ll clothe myself in bubble wrap.
This article was written by Tom Fletcher.