handled with care

On the bright side...today I can move my wrist. Having my hand back is wonderful. It is not strong and so I am doing one-handed internet searches and one-handed messages. But just knowing that I can move my hand is a good thing.

Brianna did my makeup for me. She has been an amazing helper, doing whatever is asked of her right away and with a smile. I normally hold the handrail when I go down the stairs, but since the hand near the rail is out of order, Brianna volunteered to treat me like Princess Victoria. I am royally escorted to the hallway.

I asked Missy at church if Jonathan would recommend a good orthopedic doctor. When I didn't see her after church, I assumed that they were busy with their little ones, but then Missy came running into the church and said that they had been looking for my car in the parking lot when she realized that I wasn't driving.

Jonathan was really an answer to my prayers today. He helped me to better understand what was going on in my body and encouraged me to go and see Dr. Brown tomorrow.

I received the sweetest notes from the Shipley family at church and then the Bishop and his family came "hymning" to my house. Mackay made cookies for me and wrote me a get well message.

Many people at church asked me about my arm. When I told them that I fell out of bed, their instinctive response was to laugh...and then apologize for laughing. Of course, it doesn't seem funny to me at all.
 
Maybe I needed to hear the laughter though, because I am feeling better. Or maybe it was those nice notes and the cookies!