Each time the radiology techs took an x-ray, they would say, “Oh, my God!” or “That’s a really bad break.”
There’s a reason I’m telling you this painful tale.
After the fall, I suddenly found myself with just one useable arm and hand. For eight long weeks, my left arm and a good part of my hand were in a cast. (The experience gave me a new appreciation for amputees.)
Even after the cast came off, for several weeks my hand would go into a spasm whenever I tried to type.
What’s a writer to do? This is how I handled the setback.