{"id":1736,"date":"2015-01-07T01:50:22","date_gmt":"2015-01-07T01:50:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=1736"},"modified":"2015-01-07T01:50:22","modified_gmt":"2015-01-07T01:50:22","slug":"a-broken-arm-for-christmas-part-1-the-fall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2015\/01\/07\/a-broken-arm-for-christmas-part-1-the-fall\/","title":{"rendered":"a broken arm for Christmas &#8211; Part 1: The Fall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This post will take me a while &#8211; I can&#8217;t type for very long at a time yet and will need to take a lot of breaks. So, here we go:<\/p>\n<p>12\/19\/2014 &#8211; Heading into work and parking in the deck because it&#8217;s snowing. I&#8217;m loaded down with Christmas presents for my co-workers and both hands are full. I step onto the sidewalk and hit a patch of ice.<\/p>\n<p>In the span of a heartbeat, both feet came off the ground and I went horizontal in mid-air. Then, impact.<\/p>\n<p>The first and worst was my left elbow &#8211; then my head took the rest of the force. I lay on the ground for a minute &#8211; stunned &#8211; then forced myself to my feet and assessed the damage. My elbow was hurting pretty bad, but I had the foresight to take a picture of the area &#8211; just in case &#8211; then gathered my belongings and walked through the grass down the street to my building. My left arm was worthless at this point, but I got in the office and got my coat off. I didn&#8217;t know how bad it was, so I delivered the Christmas presents and checked my email. It wasn&#8217;t getting any better, but it&#8217;s tough to see your own elbow so I asked another co-worker to take a look.<\/p>\n<p>The reaction when she saw it was enough to send me on my way. I canceled my appointments for the day by email, checked in with another co-worker, and carefully made my way back to my car and from there &#8211; to the emergency room.<\/p>\n<p>It took a while to navigate the valet-ish parking, then I got checked in. And I waited 15 minutes while my arm continued to swell alarmingly.<\/p>\n<p>A staff member came out and took a group of us back and assigned us to rooms &#8211; like a cattle call. Where I waited again for another 15 minutes. As long as I held very still, I was okay. Any movement and I was hurting.<\/p>\n<p>A nurse came in and started to work with me. When I said that it might be workers comp &#8211; she left to get a form. Another nurse &#8211; perhaps an angel? &#8211; came in and took charge. She carefully helped me get my dress shirt off, got me an ice pack and a pillow and generally fussed over me until the doctor came in. I was still hurting bad, but mentally feeling better that someone was looking after me.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor said I needed an x-ray and I was trundled down the hall to get that done. The techs had me position my arm into some terrible shapes, then sent me back to the room with a tissue to wipe my eyes. Yeah, I cried. Doesn&#8217;t make me less of a bad-ass.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor came back after a while and said &#8211; &#8220;It&#8217;s broken&#8221;. He and a colleague put me in a splint, gave me a prescription, and sent me on my way with a referral.<\/p>\n<p>I called my boss from the parking lot and explained what was going on &#8211; then went home. I made an appointed to see another doctor on the 22nd in the afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>Later that evening I got my prescription filled and spent a lot of time with my arm in a sling trying to find a position that didn&#8217;t hurt.<\/p>\n<p>It didn&#8217;t really work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This post will take me a while &#8211; I can&#8217;t type for very long at a time yet and will need to take a lot of breaks. So, here we go: 12\/19\/2014 &#8211; Heading into work and parking in the deck because it&#8217;s snowing. 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