If you haven't been following my twitter feed, you might not know that I broke my left arm last week while I was having a barbecue party at the house of my friend, Neil Bauman. Neil took me to Stanford Medical Center, where I was diagnosed having broken both of the major bones in my forearm very near the wrist. They put on a cast and told me I had to see a doctor when I got back home to Portland.
When I saw the doctor this past Monday, he told me that I would need surgery to put a plate in my forearm. The surgery happened Wednesday, and I spent most of the past 48 hours in a significant amount of pain during the recovery. Today, I'm feeling better, although I'm groggy from the OxyContin.
I still haven't decided whether I would be up to flying to Rome on Sunday (at least it'll be first-class), as I'm scheduled to be a speaker on Mac mania eight, and all the travel is already paid for. My thinking is that I might as well be on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean with easy access to my friends and room service rather than sitting at home for the same 14 day period --- the biggest issue being whether I can easily navigate the airports with my laptop bag and clothes bag having only one arm. I'm going to test this tomorrow by pre-packing my load and walking around a bit to see if it's too awkward.