Another Update on my Broken, Busted, Pathetic Arm
So I go to the orthopedist yesterday, and the technician first uses a fluoroscope to confirm everything is still where it should be (cool! moving x-ray! sci-fi!). Since it is, he says we can change me out to a smaller cast. Yay! So he fires up that vacuum/saw thing to cut the purple monstrosity off, and people, that thing is SO WRONG. Eardrum-piercingly loud, enough vibration to shake loose a few brain cells, and also the vacuum part is useless because I still ended up covered in purple particles.
But the worst part was when it came off.
Yes, my arm was pale and skinny and flaky – I could deal with all that. But it HURT. Hurt like the day I broke it! Hurt like HELL! Because it’s still healing, duh. And that’s when I realized that maybe I won’t just “bounce back” from this injury like I thought I would. Three more weeks in this smaller cast. Then, some as-of-yet unknown amount of time in a removable splint/brace type of device. Then…?
The new cast is hot pink, lets me bend/straighten my elbow, and makes some tasks a bit easier. But it’s much, much tighter than the last cast; has rough edges that irritate my skin; and is so far rather painful. I’m dutifully putting moleskin on the edges that bother me, but I have to admit, the whole thing is really uncomfortable. Kinda makes me want to drink or something to distract myself.
Ouch.



