Broken Arm Blogging

My first post, with a broken arm no less!

Question of the day: Did you break your arm at work? That was asked by the intake people at the fracture clinic. No, unless taking out your daughter's garbage is considered work. Ah well, a non-compensable accident.

It happened while we were in California visiting Kelly. I was taking her garbage out for her in the early evening. Not knowing where the light switch for the stairs was, I thought I could made it down to the bottom to turn the light on there. Didn't. Fell off a step and on to a very hard concrete pad. And no, I wasn't drinking; just dumb.

I only found out three weeks later that the arm was broken when I finally broke down to see the doctor (my fear of doctors is, apparently, greater than my fear of pain!). Sent me to emerg where they put a temporary cast on. I hated it so much that I had a nightmare last night that I was tearing off the cast in a frenzy of frustration.

Woke up to find myself in the frenzy with the cast on the floor and me still on the bed!

So, I dreaded going to the orthopaedic surgeon and confessing. Turns out I got the choice of whether or not I wanted a permanent cast. In less than a heartbeat, I said no (duh). Luckily, I broke the arm in a place where mobility, rather than immobility, heals it faster. So, I was doing the right thing by doing the wrong thing in not going to the doctor.

Can't lift anything heavier than a wine glass. Poor me ;-)