Just then I suddenly I broke the unspoken rule not to speak to strangers in the Emergency waiting room.
“Wow! I too slipped on the ice and broke my wrist!”
And with that response, the prevailing frequency shifted, quickened. . .
She and I started talking, detailing our own falls, then segueing to Bloomington weather, frequency of icy streets, etc. I asked her how long she has lived here. All my life, she responded. “And you?”
I told her 20 years, that I got here because my 55-year-old husband Jeff wanted to go to law school and picked IU.
“WHAT? I KNOW HIM! I REMEMBER HIM!”
(to be continued)
Today, noon, surgery, uneventful. Home by 3 pm. The new splint frees my fingers, so can do much more than before. not type yet tho. still pecking.
