Lucky Number 7

8 AM, a Wednesday, exactly 7 weeks ago, I found myself flying through the air, my bicycle mysteriously absent from beneath me. The resulting impact with the ground, and the unbending nature of bone, left me without the full use of my right arm. The arm is still in it’s sling – that will hopefully end with the visit to the fracture clinic on Friday – but I’ve broken the rules, and I’m typing with both hands today.