|The Fairmont Hotel. Opened in 1906.|
No, my right hand was not amputated. I broke its wrist, with a Barton fracture. First time I ever cracked a bone in my body. Since 10:00 pm, Monday, pain
is my constant companion. A continual dull burning plagues me, along with an itch underneath my wrist brace. I am going crazy.
The outpouring of love received since this accident has been over-whelming. And nutritious. Many have brought meals to my home. I can't cut or hold anything with my injured hand. making it impossible to cook.
|Laurel Court Restaurant. It is inside the|
Fairmont. My date and I had dinner here.
And yet, I am happier than ever.
I am tired, needing rest. I will work on this post tomorrow. In the meantime, may I invite you to please share your gratitudes? It would make this bone-weary innkeeper happy.