This week we had training and seminars, both in language and teaching, in Chisinau, from Tuesday through Saturday. I'd love to tell all about them, but it will have to wait, because while there, I also finally visited our medical officer about having fallen and hurt my hand a few weeks ago. She was a bit appalled that I'd waited so long, sent me straight to the hospital (which looked, and smelled, remarkably American) for X-rays.
Turns out it's a little broken, and the brace I've got to wear makes typing kind of a chore. I've really only got full use of the first two fingers on my right hand, and I've been expressly forbidden from writing with it. The bad news is that not writing is a little rough on a teacher, especially with no technology in the classroom. The good news is that it had almost healed itself in the three-ish weeks I waited, so she thinks I'll only need it in the brace for a week. I get to make another trip to Chisinau Friday, bright and early, so I can have it X-rayed again and see if this poor little metacarpal bone is looking healthy again.
I'll be popping calcium and Vitamin D tablets like candy until then, as, evidently, my almost-all-carbs diet at home hasn't done wonders for the strength of my skeleton. Until then, wish me "Noroc!" (Romanian for "luck") and I'll write more when I'm working with ten fingers instead of seven. :-)
Wow. What a tough cookie you are! Sure wish you the best this week as you get through your days without all of your fingers.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the well wishes, Jenn! I made it through my first school day with one bum hand, and it wasn't too bad. The worst of it was explaining what I did to every student in the building at least twice, in Romanian. I now know words for fell, broke, cast, brace, and clumsy. All very useful!
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