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A boxer’s fracture – mine!

Jan 06, 2022 by Eileen Adler

January 6, 2021, began as a normal day, heading out the door for my walk to the market. But that morning was different because I was frustrated. I had a problem to solve so the walk would provide uninterrupted time to mull things over – there had to be a solution. I would learn later in the day about the events at Capitol building.  

    At the moment of EUREKA – I tripped and down I went. My first major fall was when I was ten years old. My brother and I were riding our bikes when my front tire got caught, unable to turn the handlebars, I went down. I ran all the way home crying to show my mother that half of my left front tooth was missing, shattered on the pavement. But this time, I didn’t break a tooth. Instead, I sustained a boxer’s fracture on my left hand. This type of fracture occurs when people punch something—I guess punching the sidewalk counts.

Three months later, down I went for a second time – thank goodness nothing broken except my confidence. I’ve been a “sidewalk walker” for eons so this was very upsetting. I saw a neurologist who found nothing diagnosable. Slowly, I have returned to my passion, at first with friends, but now I walk solo most of the time, always looking down and literally, walking in the street – now I am truly a street walker.