Well...the last week of January was NOT very nice for me.
On Monday the 26th, I went to a meeting with my financial advisor to move my 401(k) funds from my employer's advisor. I got there a little early, and as I was backing into the parking space, I noticed my back-up camera was dirty. I decided to wipe it off. I was thinking about checking out the nearest Daiso store after the appointment, what I would have for dinner, and about a million other things, but not about how tall the curb was that I had to step up on to get to the back of my car. My toe clipped the top of the curb, and down I went. SPLAT! Face-plant on the grass (thankfully), right knee hit the asphalt, right hand somewhere underneath my body.
My nose was bleeding profusely, big, dark splotches of blood pouring out onto the grass and curb. I got myself up and somehow managed to get the car door open and grab a handful of Starbucks napkins to staunch the flow. I did drip on the doorframe of the car, but somehow avoided my clothes and the seat. Miracle. I had to get three handfuls of napkins before the blood stopped, clotted, whatever. I stood there gasping and wondering if anything was broken. My knee was certainly throbbing, and that's when I noticed my right wrist looked, well, not right. Also, I couldn't open the car door with my right hand, nor could I grip the car keys.
I made it into the building, limping and clutching my right wrist to my chest. Cleaned up my face in the bathroom. Glared at my wrist, and went to the appointment where I promptly asked for an ice pack and some Tylenol. I made it through the meeting without crying or throwing up and took care of the business. Back at the car, I called MT to let him know about the fall and that I was going to the ER, and I cried. A lot. I was in a lot of pain.
I went to the ER in my neighborhood. Filling out the form was excruciating and I cried. The staff got me in very quickly and took a look at everything I said was hurting. The focus was on my wrist which was pretty clearly broken, the type of broken that would need surgery and hardware to put back together. I was given the name of a surgeon and an appointment was scheduled for the next morning. The ER doctor put a giant cast on my arm from my fingertips past my elbow, gave me a sling and a prescription for Percocet, and wished me well.
The menfolk got home shortly after I got home, but not before I called Mom and Lizzie to cry. Lot of crying this week.
Tuesday morning, MT drove me to meet Dr. Holt, the surgeon, and the surgery was scheduled for the next day. I was in quite a bit of pain on Tuesday and tried to be as still as possible. I napped off and on. It was just really uncomfortable.
Surgery was around 1:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday. It was an outpatient procedure. I was at the clinic for a few hours. I don't really remember all that much about Wednesday.
Thursday I was up and moving around a bit. I now have a cast from the middle of my palm to just below my elbow. There is quite a bit of bruising on my arm and my fingers which look like little swollen purple sausages, but at least I can use them. The wrist feels pretty good as long as I don't twist it suddenly or hold anything for too long. It is even uncomfortable to hold my phone for longer than 10 seconds or so.











