How I broke my arm, the Story.

The lesson here is that if you are going to play soccer when you're 30, just let the other girl have the ball.  You'd think that with all my other injuries, I would have already learned this all-important lesson.  But no. 

Playing soccer Friday night.  Second half.  A girl was standing 10 ft. in front of me, and I thought, "If I just hustle, I can get the ball before she does."  So I sprinted, and reached my leg around her body to get the ball.  I lost my balance and fell with my entire body weight landing on my left hand.  I heard my wrist snap and knew immediately it was broken.  A few seconds later, after screaming a few times, I took a look at it and almost fainted because wrists should not go in a zig-zag. 

It wasn't actually that painful.  Or at least I have been in more pain before.  I was proud of myself for not cussing anyone out.  In fact I was having fun joking around with with the paramedics and everyone.  Better to laugh than cry, I guess. 

I did almost pass out for about 5 minutes after they tried to sit me up.  If the paramedic hadn't been standing right behind me, I would have fallen over.  Of course this is when they were trying to ask me about important information like my social, where my car was parked, what hospital I wanted to go to, etc.  They didn't give me a choice about the ambulance however.  I guess it looked that bad.  If Rob had been there, he could have made those decisions, but I was incapable of doing anything besides manage my pain.  Which, I might add again, I did pretty well.  Not to brag or anything. 

That's enough of the story, other than to say that Rob has been great at taking care of me.  In fact, he just typed up this blog post for me.  And I am not just saying that because he is typing this.  (Don't expect my blog posts to be frequent or long for awhile.  And forget about my writing "voice."  There are bigger battles here.)

(I took over typing from here on out.  Only took me half an hour.  Yikes!) 
Here are the x-rays, pre-setting:

Getting the x-rays taken was one of the most painful things I've ever done.  "Can you straighten it any more?"  Umm, can I beat you with a club?

Getting the bone set would probably have been more painful, but they put me under for that part.  (And, FYI, morphine is Amazing!  Best drug I've had yet.)

X-rays, post-setting:

Still not perfect, just better.

Hopefully tomorrow I go to see a Hand Surgeon and find out if and when I need surgery.  They might be able to set it better without pins, but I doubt it.  (The paramedic doubts it.  The E.R. doc doubts it.)

We'll keep you informed.

Miciah wanted pictures of my temporary splint:

The sling is one we had from Miciah's arm break last year.  That's why it says Children's on it.

And here are 2 pictures of my new, I-can-manage-it-with-one-hand haircut:

Ignore the hair on the back of my neck.