A rough artist’s rendering of my x-ray results. Not to scale.
So I finally got to see the specialist today, after ten days of telling people “I don’t know what the hell is going on!” I also finally got to see my x-rays, which were cool. And by cool, I mean I have no idea what I was looking at. It could have been my arm or it could have been my lung, I have no idea, I’m not a doctor. I just smiled and nodded like I do with everything.
Story still applies: the arm is broken in three places right near the wrist, which allows for maximum clusterfuck conditions. It can’t be fixed with a cast, that would be too simple. I need surgery to put pins in my wrist to make sure I don’t get arthritis when I’m thirty. And the surgery is THIS FRIDAY!!! I don’t even have time to get all worked up about it! On the plus side, if I do get arthritis, I can blame it on the surgery and not constant…you know what, never mind.
When they took my arm out of the sling, I wanted to run away and cry. My arm looked like Karen Carpenter (that’s not being mean, it’s just the best simile I could come up with). The hair was all matted, the skin was red with splotches of yellow, and it hurt like a mofo. It was just…so sad looking. My arm looked like a zombie. That is, if a zombie and Karen Carpenter had a baby and that baby was just an arm and it was my arm. Make sense? Good.
That’s all I really know at this point. And there’s actually not a whole lot to rant about. Except for the male nurse. I swear, I don’t know what’s up with “the help” at our local hospitals, but they probably all need to be replaced. I’m probably just mad at him cause he re-splinted my arm and had to bend my wrist back and it HURT LIKE HELL. Still does as I’m typing. But he was all telling me how he didn’t like his job (as he’s splinting my arm, mind you) and how he’s pissed off at the doctor (who seemed like a pleasant chap to me). I’m all, don’t tell me this stuff! And let me tell you some bad work stories.
The waiting room was exciting because everyone was wearing like the exact same sling as me. We all swapped war stories. Most were car accidents or sports injuries. I was the only tanner in the room. Was kinda hoping someone was as dumb as me, but alas.
And that’s the story so far. Sorry to keep bringing up my arm, but it’s the biggest story in my world at the moment. I’ll see you on the other side!
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