Today, I set out on a 12-mile run, and at mile 4.75, I tripped and fell.  When I landed, I bent two of my fingers backwards.  One came back up at an odd angle, and I sat on the pavement gripping my hand in pain.  Luckily (ha!) I was right across the street from the hospital.  4 x-rays and several hours later confirmed a bad fracture.  Several hours after THAT, I had a pre-surgery consult and scheduled surgery for Monday.

Now I am typing with one hand and feeling sorry for myself.  The husband leaves Tuesday for Boston.  I don't want him to cancel, but I'm worried about managing the whole week with not much help.  I've been training for this marathon for 7 weeks, and now I'm not sure I'll be able to do it.  I'm going to have pins put in my hand, and then later removed.  After the cast comes off, I'll have weeks of physical therapy.  And I've got two active needy two-year-olds. 

Feeling a bit overwhelmed right now.