Man, I wish I had some jpegs of my broken arm! That would be cool to put on the blog! But I don't. I have some x-rays from my ER* visit, but am too lazy at the moment to scan them.
So: an update. I went to the bone doctor today (she was a resident, about twenty-five to twenty-seven years of age), where I got more x-rays & also the cast off. OH MY GOD. First of all, I am fortunate the cast was only on for a couple of weeks - I honestly expected it to smell like the worst deli you've ever visited. Second of all, my poor arm! Even now it's hella sensitive. I never ever want to ever ever have a cast on any limb ever. Why are casts used comedically in sitcoms & movies? All I will think when I see them now is, "Oh man, that person has a 4-6 week recovery time!"**
Because the break is at the end of my radius in my right forearm, & because it's not too bad, there won't be surgery, & in fact they just require that I use a sling & do exercises to strengthen the arm. Which is much, much weaker than I thought - it was feeling pretty good the past few days. But, you see, the cast limited movement, so... I'm an idiot.***
However, I do feel much better & am committed to making sure I can return to two-armed life sooner than expected. I am, for example, typing this blog entry with two hands, although still somewhat laboriously. My left hand is sooooo grateful. It didn't know where any of the keys actually were!
Oh, also, I should say - I made this week's show with one arm, too, but I promise, it'll sound like I screwed it up with any number of limbs.****
* Hospitals call them "EDs" or "Emergency Departments" now. Thanks, Anthony Edwards!
** From now on I will assume every bone injury I see, no more where it happened, is just like mine.
*** I'm a little worried about sleeping. The cast made it impossible to roll over on my broken arm. This will no longer be the case.
**** This lame ending sounded funnier in my head than it does written out.
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