As the post heading says, I've gone and busted my arm. I was taking a shower last night and, clumsy as ever, I banged my elbow towards the tiled wall. It didn't hurt at the time, but as the evening wore on I started to feel pain. Last night it got more and more painful and I ended up not getting any sleep at all.
Anyway, I went to the Accident and Emergency ward at the hospital this morning which is usually an adventure all in itself. I thought that being a Friday morning it wouldn't be full of drunks but I was mistaken. More than one old drunk was escorted out by a policeman. Oh, and I've never seen so many hoop earrings and rough middle aged women in track suits in one place in my life. But I digress..
I had to wait an eternity to be seen initially, but once I was called I was dealt with very efficiently and relatively quickly. I was assessed then sent to have my arm x-rayed a couple of times to check whether or not I'd broken or fractured it. Luckily I hadn't but the elbow just had a lot of fluid on it so the doctor put this tube bandage thingy on my arm to help it settle down (see above) and told me to take painkillers for the pain which I've interpreted to include Swiss praline mini eggs (see below).
Did I mention that my arm kills? I'm typing this with one hand, such is my dedication. Apologies for the crappy photographs. I'm having to do everything with the right hand and I'm not used to it. I've got a whole week of this hell, bah!
Friday, 29 February 2008
I've busted my arm!
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...I'm sorry... I'm clumsy too, and sometimes I hurt myself... I still remember that once in NY I hit a street lamp in broad day...I wasn't drunk, I swear... anyway I hope that it doesn't hurt too much... promise that you are going to take care of yourself and stay at home (out of work) for several days, ok?
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Ow! It's amazing how little things that don't seem like much at the time become huge problems in the next 24 hours. A couple years ago I landed funny on my knee playing volleyball. It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up in severe pain that I even realized I'd hurt it. It was weeks before I was back to normal (and for me normal isn't all that good to begin with). Be good to yourself - your "painkillers" look delicious.
Those "painkillers" were absolutely delicious and precisely what the doctor ordered. Oh, that reminds me, I must get some more.
I hope you heal up fast. I know how hard it is to do stuff like wash your face and button a shirt with one hand. I broke my wrist skateboarding (yes, of all things) years ago and had a cast from my thumb all the way to my upper right arm (plus I'm an artist). So, at least your hand is free! Look at the bright side I guess and keep taking those pain killers!
you start to appreciate your extremities once you can not use them. I have busted my hand in a motorcycle accident a year ago, and still the function has not fully returned. At first even shoelaces were impossible
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