Graduation and Injury

As I type this with one hand, I suddenly appreciate my left arm a lot more! The last few months have been filled with so many memories it is hard to pick just one or two to talk about! SO I’ll choose my favorites! (Thank goodness for spell-check because without it, this would be a mess of mistakes!)

In the first week of June I was able to walk in my University’s General Commencement ceremony with my husband. We graduated from the University together; I received my Bachelor’s of Science in Speech Communication while he achieved his Master’s Degree in Real Estate Development. It was so much fun! Although we had to sit with our separate colleges during the commencement, it was so much fun to look down and see him sitting there while we exchanged the typical text messages of “why are you so far away?” and “you sure do look handsome/beautiful in your gown” Cheesy, but hey, we’re still “newlyweds”! I do have to mention that he is an avid fan of the University that is mortal enemies with my favorite University, the one we graduated from. It was such a prime moment for me to rub in his face that he is now a Ute and cannot bash my team like he used to. Best part of graduation ever was seeing him throw up the “U”!!  



The other memorable event the past few weeks is why I am typing with one hand and two fingers….I hate mason jars. Yep. I said it. I. HATE. Mason. Jars. Despite the present craze of these thick glass containers, I do not want them in my house. I don’t care if they are cute, you can make candles/drinks/candy/pies/cupcakes/crafts in or with them. They are evil.
One shattered in my hand (no, I wasn’t canning—I don’t even like to cook). Seriously. These thick, made-to-be-indestructible jars can shatter from little pressure in the right places. One shattered and tore up my left wrist. A couple of sliced tendons, destroyed wrist flexors, and a nicked nerve. Lovely. So I am now wearing a hard splint and my poor husband has to take up the slack my left arm would normally do. I never realized how much I use my left arm/hand!! The worst part? When the doctor/surgeon had to cut off my wedding rings because my hand was getting chubbier by the second. 

Because of this experience though, I have come to appreciate the fact that I have complete control and use of all my limbs. Up until now I haven’t had a reason to really think about how lucky I am to have arms that work properly and legs that do a lot of the grunt work as well. I cannot complain and not feel guilty. There are so many who are missing limbs who would take a flawed arm or leg over nothing. I am truly blessed because I have enjoyed so many pleasures in this life due to the fact I have all four of my limbs. I definitely won’t take them for granted anymore!

Morals/lessons of this entry: graduating from University is the BEST feeling in the world! Especially when you get to experience it with someone you love! Also, be careful with mason jars. You never know when one will attack you!