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FrankenArm; The Beginning

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Re-Posted by the13thcynic

December 20, 2008 at 1:49 AM

*Note; This is how this journal entry was originally written. It was posted on another site in my blog for all my friends, family and world to read. So I altered the truth. I will update this blog with a second part in a day or 2, for my own benefit, just because I’m tired of pretending things were something other than what they were.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I broke myself…
I’d been having a bad week already…feeling under the weather and dealing with relationship drama w/ my estranged husband…a few differences of opinion w/ my youngest daughter…normal teenager vs mom stuff about rules & interpretation of…it all piled up and I’m sure it weakened me emotionally and physically, I’d been sleeping the week away (I get to a point where I shut down for a few days & then usually have a better energy to tackle things from anew, and Sunday evening I was having the worst day so far, and I ended up tripping in my hallway as I was in a burst of anger and frustration, in a quick, heavy, angry rush down the hall and went down hard & fast…I tried to catch myself with my left hand, palm spread, all my weight and speed of the fall taken by that arm.
I ended up snapping both forearm bones like they were nothing.
I was taken to the hosp by ambulance. I’ve never broken a bone in my life but for a toe, so I went into hysterics then shock when this happened. I never even missed a breath or uttered a whimper giving birth to either one of my girls!
I’ve always been the rock and the tough one.
Anyway, I needed surgery, I have 2 plates in my arm with 6 screws each. My Daughters and my Son-in-law are helping so much and being so wonderful, and of course Toby & Blight are keeping watch by my side.
I feel like a helpless baby! C* had to help me blow my nose, lol, they have to open my pill bottles, dress me, walk me (I’m wobbly from pain killers) help me eat, and even do this…(type) I hate feeling I’m a burden to people, but maybe I need to stop trying to get everything done & under control (my control) myself 4 a while, I think that’s what got me into this in the first place.
I don’t know how long I’ll be a feeb; I think my Dr., (who is strict w/ the pain meds, but a wonderful, kind, genuinely concerned brilliant Dr. nonetheless; he checked on me personally like 5 or 6 times and was even calling during the night for updates from the nurses) is going to put a cast on Thurs, its super swollen now, and I haven’t gotten as far yet as to find out how long this will take to heal. I’m just going to rest & think happy thoughts…
So far it looks like no nerve damage, but lefty will never be the same. I have two long, approx 4 inch incisions in my arm, and I don’t even care!
Thank you, Tony & J* (Sister-in-law) for checking on me & worrying, and thank you endlessly to my girls S*& C*and son-in-law M*, I love you!
I never want to hear that horrible sound again! (the bones snapping).
I’m off to bed w/ my happy pills…

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