So, what did I do next? As soon as I could get up off the cement, I got up, brushed my clothes off and picked up my bike. I was still a bit shaky so I walked my bike around the steep curve. Then I got back on (pain and all) and I finished the Triathlon. (12 more miles of biking and a 5K run)!
My friends and family waiting at the Finish had no idea I had fallen. It wasn't until about an hour after finishing that I began to wonder if there was a little more wrong that just some bruses.
After a trip the Urgent Care I was pretty depressed
One arm, I could handle but having both arms bandaged up was just plain impossible. I had a small fracture on right elbow and one on left wrist. They gave me a cast on my left hand and made it impossible for me to move my thumb. My right arm was in a sling. I am right handed and do everything with my right hand but could not use it. I was left with four fingers on my left hand. Impossible. It felt like with the casts they also bound my joy.
I can't say enough about how fabulous DH was. At first he had to help me with almost everything. Including to wash my hair, etc. He was so helpful and gentle and patient. He earned major hubby points.

Of course on top of that he had to do everything to take care of the girls and household as well as try to work.
I didn't see how it was possible to do Disney in that condition and suggested that we strongly consider canceling. We did have
trip insurance. The look on the girls' faces said it all. I realized that while my condition may ruin the trip for me, it will not for the girls. I had spent so much time planning the perfect trip that we might as well go. And like my husband said, "I'm going to have to use vacation time to take care of you and the girls anyway. Do you want to be at home or in Disney World?" So, I reluctantly agreed to go.
I had already done a lot of packing but there was still a lot to do. DH let me guide him through each step as he did all the packing and I sat and watched helplessly. That is not a good feeling. I'm going to have to remember that feeling next time I feel like complaining about doing everything. I sooo wanted to get in there and help out.
So, September 10th arrived. The big day we all had been anxiously anticipating for months. It was not exactly as we planned but exciting non the less. (Even for cripple old me). Grandma arrived at 7:45 a.m. to drive us to the airport. About 1 1/2 hour drive. She took this picture of us at home just before leaving. We were all dressed in our Mickey shirts we got at the
Disney store.
Something we didn't anticipate was how much extra time it would take me to get through security with a cast. They took me aside and first off had to swipe the hole cast and test it for explosives. Then they took me in a seperate room for seveal xrays in all different positions of my cast. Good thing we showed up early. So, after that we were free to go. Here we are waiting for the plane. I'm doing such a good job not letting my depression show aren't I?
Usually I sit with the girls on one side of the plane and DH sits across the aisle. We decided that since I was unable to help he would sit with the girls and I would sit with the strangers. He likes sitting by himself because it's definiteley more calm, not having to babysit two anxious children on the plane for 3 1/2 hours. I on the other hand felt left out and helpless, alone by myself.
Well, we're off to Disney, broken arms and all. There's no turning back now.
UP NEXT,
DO THE HUSSLE!
