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Oops, I Did It Again!

As Mary Martin once said, “After sixty. it’s patch, patch, patch.” But I think I’ve taken that thought to a whole new level and that’s why I haven’t been blogging lately.

The proverbial black cat not only crossed my path but danced back and forth in front of me with a big grin on its face.

Two years ago, I fractured my wrist and had a shiny new titanium plate and pins surgically inserted into it. Trust me, it was not a lot of fun.
Fast forward to February 2017, I broke my wrist again and even broke the titanium plate. Plus, I badly sprained my ankle. It was one of those days I should have stayed in bed.

It’s not like I was skydiving, zip lining or even skateboarding.
No, I simply slipped while trying to put shoes away on a high shelf of my closet. So, hi-ho, hi-ho it’s back into surgery  (and a brand new titanium plate) we go.

Left Wrist x-ray

But, nothing keeps a girl from getting a blow dry. At least not me.  As my buddy @etchedincolloquy on Instagram  said, ”You have a Frankenstein foot and a Moses staff that could part the waves.” Right on!

Sandra standing with broken wrist and sprained ankle

I slowly started healing and no longer needed the Frankenstein boot. I traded it in for a new pair of New Balance running shoes, not that I was going to break any world record in the 100 yard dash. At least not yet.

Sandra standing on steps with boot off and only a splint on her wrist.

After some serious physical therapy, I was ready to take on the world until…I discovered that I had three skin cancers on my face that required surgery.


Sandra having MOHS skin cancer surgery on her face.

How’s this for a Hollywood glamour shot?

In some ways nothing changes.  As I wrote in one of my previous blogs,  “I’ll Wear Red Lipstick.”  I’m still looking for that perfect red lipstick that will divert your gaze from my wounds.  I know it’s lurking out there. …… at Sephora, Neimans, Makeover Workshop, Bobbie Brown or even Shangri-la. I guess it’s a bit like searching for the Holy Grail of red lipsticks.

Sandra wearing Hat

Sandra standing in front of angel painting.

“Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never—

in nothing, great or small, large or petty—

never give in.”  

Thanks, Winston.

All images appearing on Oops, I Did It Again! are the expressed property of Sandra Sallin. All rights reserved. In other words, don’t steal it!



  • Julie Guenther - OK, I am not allowed to even push a soccer ball a few feet by USING my feet. My middle son was witness to me mysteriously falling after what I thought was a wonderful return kick to my granddaughters. I do not recall losing balance or anything of the sort. I simply recall ending up front side down on their concrete drive. My left patella got cracked like a hard boiled egg. Not nice. So I now am allowed to watch but not participate in ANYthing!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - You just scared me and maybe saved my life. I’d better watch my grandson and not play basketball. I now have a balance board. I used it in my physical therapy. I use the same kind at home now to get better balance. Just a few minutes a day.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Via Email Hi Sandy,
    It’s shocking when you the complete catastrophe in Black and Blue.. with the titanium fingerlike rods.. and then the slicing of your FACE…
    You are a brave woman.. especially for publishing without makeup.. and still a beauty..
    Love,
    Linda ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you Linda. All I think of is that it has to get done. Don’t think I’m happy about all of this. I just get through it and try to get to the other side of it all.ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Kinsel - You’re my inspiration! I think you’re a professional when it comes to living life. You give it your all, you participate 100%, you never give up. You’re like the professional basketball players who get injuries, recover, and get out there again. LOVED this post!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Oh, Brenda thank you. I so enjoyed meeting you and starting such a rich friendship. I guess I do go for the gusto and get in trouble at 76! My daughter just busted me for playing basketball in my clogs. But what’s a grandma to do when her grandson wants to play basket ball?ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Good grief, woman, it seems we can take you everywhere but out! Take care of you! Good to have you back in the blogesphere! xoReplyCancel

    • sandra - My family can’t believe me either. I just got into trouble with my daughter by playing basketball with my grandson in clogs!ReplyCancel

  • Judi Briscoe - Good grief Sandy, and here I thought you had taken a blog-break to be on a TV or Broadway show. No more climbing to reach high shelves, no matter what!!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - I wish! My daughter will not even let me wear clogs anymore. So everyone is keeping their eye’s on me. I’m also trying to be mindful and paying attention to what I do and where I walk. I’m trying!ReplyCancel

  • Ann Gentry - U are a triumph! Love ur vulnerability which makes u human and this is so loveable! And honey after all the breaks and cuts …u still looked MArVElous!!!!!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - So glad you liked it Ann. Thanks for the only thing I could not share was the photo of my bent wrist. That was truly gross.ReplyCancel

  • nancy guilfoyle - I’m sitting here eating Mom’s cheesecake
    thinking how brave you are!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you, I don’t think I have a choice.If I did I’d be on some mountain and never see a doctor.ReplyCancel

  • Jennifer - I adore you Sandra! You’re real, inspiring and a trouper. So glad to hear you’re on the mend. PS- no red lipstick could eclipse your gorgeous smile! Keep on keeping on!! XOXReplyCancel

    • sandra - Oh, you are too kind. Of course, I follow your blog and read every single one of your posts. You’ve inspired me to purchase clothes by the great way you model them. Keep it up.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa - I am just so glad you are recovering! Now, no more falls/scrapes/sun:).ReplyCancel

  • Lucy - Just read this post. You are so inspiring. Funny in adversity. I want to subscribe but can’t work out how. LucyReplyCancel

    • sandra - When you’re reading a post. There’s a place to subscribe right on the right hand column. Let me know if it illudes you.ReplyCancel

  • barbara h - I was wondering where you were…ReplyCancel

    • sandra - If I’m not here just figure I’ve fallen off a cliff again!ReplyCancel

  • Dewena - I have just subscribed to your posts! I am 74 and just gone through my second time with squamous cell surgery. To find glamorous enthusiastic you is already such an inspiration to me–and I’ve only read this one post so far!

    I’m going to buy a new lipstick soon!

    I hope you heal quickly,
    DewenaReplyCancel

    • sandra - Good luck to you. Now keep that incision out of the sun. My surgeries have healed and no one sees them but me. I did notice one of the incisions has kind of a rough surface and I plan on showing it to the surgeon to see what he can do. Now just a hint. I have a scar near my scalp that is white. Why? I have no idea, but I use Judith August’s Everything pencil to just make it go away. it colors the scar and voila it’s gone. She’s a long-time girlfriend. Just got to Judith August dot com. Then go out and but a bright lipstick. I wrote another post about wearing bright lipstick. It’s one of the early ones. Thanks for reading.ReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth Rose - There is a reason lace shops in the medieval walled city of Bruges, Belgium, have lace-makers sitting in large bay windows, above the shop. That floor level is actually an apartment for the lace artist, and the large bay window lets in plenty of natural light. It is also a great way to keep track of the senior family member, who is in full view of the street below…and not galavanting around the countryside! Glad you are on the mend.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - So I should be somewhere I can always be watched. I would have loved making lace actually. I knit lace also. Made me nuts!ReplyCancel

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