It is exactly a year since I broke my wrist.
A few months ago, Kathy, in a comment on another post, asked me what I would do to mark the anniversary. I didn't have any plans then, and don't have any now, but as I write that, I think making an effort to get back on my bike would be the best way to celebrate the fact that I have recovered almost all my wrist function.
The other thing would be to toast the National Health Service in general, and the amazingly wonderful staff at St Thomas' Hospital in London in particular who saw me through the various stages of A&E, urgent care, surgery, fracture clinic and physiotherapy.
I have the thinnest of scars. My wrist still aches from time to time, and in colder weather sharp pains can make me wince, but on a day to day day basis, I don't really think about it.
For several years now I have been wearing my watch on my right wrist after developing a patch of eczema on my left.
Perhaps I should start wearing my bangles on my mended wrist to celebrate its restored state.
Kathy broke her wrist last year too. I don't know what she did to mark the anniversary of her accident.