Last Saturday night
the weather was a bit miserable but I thought it would be nice to take the
girls somewhere despite the occasional protests from Mother Nature. Hot pizza
on a rainy night then off to the skating rink for a couple of hours. I remember
spending hours whizzing around at the rink as a youngster and we had so much
fun. It was great to see that apart from some improvements to the building, it
has the same great atmosphere as it always did.
Liv chose inline
skates while Ava and I opted for roller skates. Righty...Shoes off, skates on,
lets rock! It was definitely a good night to go because we got a chance to meet
a couple of the Derby Girls who graciously shared some tips with us. Liv took
off like a bird in flight, all the confidence in the world...Meanwhile Ava and
I gripped each other’s hand for dear life as we wobbled our way around the
edge. “Hello Aunty” Liv would call out as she glided past not a care in the
world. “Heya Baby” I called back as I looked down at Ava’s spaghetti legs
splaying in every direction. A few more times around and we were really
starting to get the hang of the skating thing (well, kind of hehee) it had been
at least 28 years since I had been skating and Ava hadn’t done it before so I
thought we did ok for a 6 yr old and 42 yrs young.
And then it
happened...
Just as we were
coming down the home stretch Ava’s legs suddenly went out from underneath her,
me forgetting for a split second that I was “too” was on skates, grabbed her
arm to stop her from falling and whoosh...out went my feet too. It all happened
so quick there was no saving either of us and we hit the deck. After the
initial moment of shock I looked at Ava whose little face was crumbling, I knew
it hurt. Cuddles, giggles and the smoochie monster made everything better and
soon Ava was itching to get back into it. By this time Liv had wiped out about
4-5 times and got herself up, a wave and smile then off she went again.
Ava and
I did a few more circuits but my left arm was feeling quite sore and I was
quite happy to escape to the benches when the hockey gear came out. We left
elated but after a sleepless night I decided maybe I needed to have my arm
looked at after all. Turns out I have broken my radial head. Its painful and
swollen but I can still do most things (even with a degree of difficulty).
Luckily I was given a choice of having a cast or a orthopaedic sling...I chose
the latter, its hard enough to get things done without an armload of plaster as
well!
