Way back when I was 13 years old I got invited to my very first boy girl party. I was so over the moon excited and could not wait. Now at the time I had no idea what boys and girls did together at parties, but I did know it sounded so exciting. And grown up.
It was at my friend Linda's house and all the cool kids were going. Including a lot of boys that I had crushes on at the time.
The party ended up being pretty much cliche for a boy girl party. All the girls standing around waiting to be asked to dance. All the boys ignoring all the girls and standing around talking sports.
Until someone had the fantastic idea to play football outside.
Now I was quite the tomboy as a kid and this was not my first time playing football with guys. Been there. Done that. A million times.
Although the boys I normally played with were a) boys from my neighborhood that I had been playing with for years and b) boys that didn't play football on any organized teams. We were just young kids having a ball playing some backyard football.
These boys at the party? I had never played with them before and most of them played organized football on the school team. With other boys. And pads.
So half an hour into my very first boy girl party, I went out for a long pass, made an impressive catch and immediately got tackled by two of these boys. A full on, full speed boy tackle. And as I came crashing to the ground, I knew it wasn't going to be good.
I broke my arm close to my shoulder.
Party over for me. No first kiss. No spin the bottle. Hello, emergency room.
Fast forward to Wednesday. My son's first day of school for this year. The start of Mommy Vacation, as I like to call it.
I'm running around trying to scoot the dog back into the house so I can run downtown to an appointment and I trip coming up the back steps and do a head dive into the side of the house. And I "broke" my fall with my arm. And my knee. But mostly my arm.
So now I'm sporting a splint and sling.
Radial head fracture.
Party over for me. No Mommy Vacation. No savoring this first week of school. Hello, emergency room.
So since I have nothing exciting to show you today and I'm a little bit mellow (code word for grumpy), I thought you might enjoy some other breaking news from around the internet:
I can't remember how I ran across this blog. Maybe through Instagram? But anyhow, I love her style. Go check out Circa '34 when you're in need of some vintage eye candy.
Our friend Brenda at Cozy Little House has rounded up 10 flavored ice tea recipes which are perfect for these last days of summer (if one could enjoy them with one's arm in a sling).
melinda
Hope you are feeling better soon.
Sorry to hear this.
Get lots of rest!
M : )
Brenda Kula-Pruitt
Oh Pam, I'm so sorry. (Still little font, but you have bigger worries now. If I write something horrid, it's because I can't hardly see what I'm doing!) Thanks for the shout out. And you know I broke my first bone when I broke both sides of my ankle in 2012. Have had two surgeries. It was, to put it bluntly, the shits. If you go to PT, be careful and don't let them talk you into something painful. Once after the first surgery, I ended up with a stress fracture at PT.
Brenda
Michele @ The Vintage Vixen
Feel better soon!!!
Erica
Aw jeez!! Not a fun way to end summer vacation but definitely better than it happening in the beginning! Hang in there, Pam!
Erica
antiquechase
Oh gosh!! I'm so sorry to read this. Hop you aren't in too much pain. Marcy
Sue P.
Bless you heart...and your bones! I hope you heal quickly. I slipped on persimmons last fall while walking our dogs and ended up with a broken leg. With a cast for a month and a boot for another month, I moved downstairs to the guest room with the en-suite only 5 hops from the bed. My husband took the iPad and made a photo of my closet upstairs. When I needed him to bring down different clothes, I just pointed them out on the photo. 🙂
Let folks wait on you all they will!
Sue P.
Joanne Noragon
You're a mighty fine one handed typist. Take care!
Shara
Oowie. Sorry you got hurt, but glad it wasn't worse. But, it is certainly bad enough! You take care of yourself. Or make someone else take care of you - that's an even better idea!
Melissa's Antiques
bummer about the broken arm!
Theresa
I'm so sorry about your arm! I guess you're supposed to take it easy this season & just breathe. Sending healing thoughts your way!
chris aka monkey
oh man that sucks and i am sure you felt like a klutz too ha ha i am the biggest klutz but i never broke an arm just my two pinky toes numerous times one of them looks like a club now, i only went to the doctor with the first broken one, they didn't numb it or me just gave it a jerk and put a popsicle stick on it man did that hurt i hope you can find one handed activities, because i know just sitting around will drive you bonkers thrift stores and sale time maybe xx
Linda @ Itsy Bits And Pieces
Aw, Pam...so sorry. Hope it heals quickly and you can get back to doing what you want to do! Thanks for sharing a new-to-me blog!
Stacey
Bless your heart! I hope you heal quickly!
Kris @ Junk Chic Cottage
Pam,
Sorry about your arm. Hope you get some rest and feel better.
Kris
Anya
Oh no, Pam! Wishing you a speedy recovery - that really stinks! Thanks for sharing the link to Circa '34, I just started following her on Instagram, and her style is sublime. Feel better soon!
Shelley
well that stinks...take care...you can still have that vacation....just not as you wanted...lol