..and the arm bone's connected to the...

  Okay. I know I said it was probably gonna be fun and games the next few days, but boy--was I wrong. It's been kinda horrible.  It's been a lot of pain, annoyances, frustration and crap.  It's been a few meltdowns. It's been way too much swearing and crying.  It's been an emotional roller coaster.

  I can barely dress myself.  I  can't put my combs or barrettes or ponytail holders in my hair. I can't get the lids off jars. I can't use a can opener. I can't tie my shoes.  I can't wash the dishes.  (Okay, that might not be so bad...).  I can't use the dustpan, although I am getting pretty good at wielding a broom with my one left hand.  You should have seen me trying to fold a tablecloth.  I took a long arduous shower last night. Hubby wrapped the splint up real good so no water could get in...it was heaven.

  The splint inside where my fingers poke out is itching like crazy. And it's starting to smell. It's driving me crazy. My arm itches horribly.

  And maybe the worst part is...when I'm outside, I'm afraid. Afraid of falling. Afraid of hitting my arm on something.

  And, of course, it hurts. And it hurts in 2 or 3 different places, which scares me. I have a pretty high pain threshold and this is killing me at times. I pulled out the xrays and can see the break...but there is pain in one or two other places that aren't where that break is.  And here's the other part of this story:

  At urgent care, they gave me instructions and told me to call an ortho first thing Monday morning. They recommended one, but told me I could go to anyone I chose, just go. Well, bright and early I start calling, but nobody seems to be as excited about all this as I am.  My first choice goes to VM, I dutifully leave my info and sit back and wait. When I haven't received a call back in 2.5 hours, I start to panic, and call another one.  They can't get me in until NEXT WEEK. But, but..I sputter--my wrist is broken !  Cluck cluck, my my--it's the best we can do.  Then I call the one that the clinic recommended, even though I don't want the guy they recommended. I ask about one of the other doctors there, but she [snottily] inform me that I have to see Dr X, because he's the one on weekend call.  ?????????????  But it's Monday. "Well, it wasn't Monday when you broke it, was it ?"  WHAT !?!?!?!?!  So, I begrudgingly say okay, because I have to see somebody, right ?   She says he'll see me Thursday. I almost scream at her that I broke it on Saturday...and she icily says  (I kid you not) TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.  By now I am nearing meltdown and I swear am trying to control myself...and mumble I'll take it and get off the phone and I cry.  And my hand hurts.  And I go lay on the couch with my fleece blanket and I cry.

  Know this about me : it [usually] takes a lot to make me cry. But I am hurting and vulnerable and scared.

  Then the phone rings and it is my first choice, Dr. Shepperson's office, returning my call. And she says that the dr pulled my records and xrays already, and wants to see me ASAP...however, the report from Urgent Care said there was a lot of swelling, and he wants to give it a couple of days for that to go down before he casts it. He is in surgery all day Tuesday, and is at the satellite office on Wednesday, so the soonest he can see me is Thursday. I ask where the satellite office is and she says it's at the Urgent Care building.That's closer to me, I say.(And a day sooner--I don't say).  She goes away a minute to ask him if they have all the stuff there he would need for me and BOOM! I now have an appointment for tomorrow. With the dr I wanted . 20 minutes closer to my house. and she was so nice, I almost cried again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


  And this morning it started snowing and hasn't stopped. So far we have probably close to 9 or 10 inches. They have actually been down our road at least twice with the snow plow and salt truck. The snow is supposed to stop overnight...say a PRAYER THAT WE CAN GET OUT BY TOMORROW AFTERNOON AND GET TO THE DOCTOR.  (Sorry about the caps, lol, but I just can't go back and redo it...it's taking forever as it is...this one handed one finger typing is for the birds.)

  The sling is really hurting my neck and shoulder injuries from the accident on the 21st, so I'm not using it much.

  Last night I made a batch of chili for supper and couldn't open the cans of chili beans. The boy came in and did it for me. Tonight I pulled a package of chicken thighs out of the freezer, baked them, boiled some red potatoes with the jackets on, and opened a jar of home canned green beans.  I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Also did 2 loads of laundry. In between, I laid around, read, watched a movie and was on the computer.

All with my right arm in the air...keeping that bad boy elevated.

  'Cause that's how I roll.





Namaste