|~ Photo credit - Papa Bear~|
Toting her laptop and shoulder bag, she made it up the single cement step just fine, then the toe of her sandal caught the edge of the wooden porch, and she lost her balance. She had the presence of mind to slide her precious laptop onto the porch Frisbee style, right before she tumbled backward down the step, landing in a heap on the hard ground. Reaching for her arm to gently help her up, her husband was melt with a yowl as she gingerly reached for her left wrist, and experienced sharp pain as she felt the dogleg protrusion on the side.
Thus, the first afternoon of their vacation in the mountains was spent at the local ER, where much to the staff's surprise, Grace learned from x-rays that her wrist was thankfully not broken, just severely sprained, and would result in her wearing a wrap and a sling, and learning the fine arts of being a right-handed, one-armed girl.
I'm linking up with Six Sentence Stories
where the cue this week is "STEP"