Broken Arm and Surgery
Friday, May 15, 2015
It is amazing how life can change on a dime.
OK I will come right out and say it and then provide details. I had a wonderful Mother's Day dinner at Legal Seafood where we ran into some of my best friends and they unexpectedly joined us for dinner. It really was a fabulous evening. i have a standing conference call at 8:00 am every day at work which I normally take from home. The next morning, while still basking in this wonderful evening, I was getting ready for the call and went to get my phone. Some how, I tripped in the hallway and went flying. When I landed, I knew it was bad. I felt like my arm was moving up and down, but it was not.
We went to the ER, where the break was confirmed. But it wasn't a simple break. I was admitted to the hospital and surgery was scheduled for the following day. That really blew my mind. I was prepared for a broken arm but not for surgery that would require rods and screws.
The surgery went reasonably non-eventfully, and I was discharged the following day.
Now my arm is in a sling, and I have no idea how long it will take to heal. What is mind-blowing is that there is no cast or wrap, just the sling. It seems like I just have to wait for the swelling to subside, get the dressings removed, and go through some physical therapy. But uniike a cast or a wrap that is eventually removed, there is none of that. It is done. I am sure there will be some scarring but exactly how much, I don't know. Nothing has been said about when I can start driving again (certainly not right now, but maybe as early as another week or so as the swelling subsides).
The really mind-blowing stuff came this morning. One of my dressings was bleeding, and I went to visit the surgeon to have it checked out. He showed my the x-rays (before and after). Apparently there were two fractures. The humerus (upper arm) split in two, and the two pieces ended up at about a 90 degree angle to each other. The other break was near the shoulder and didn't look too complicated, but apparently it was. And apparently I was very close to having a compound fracture, which could have been a real disaster. I think I ended up with an extremely competent surgeon, for which I am very grateful.
I guess I will have to put in my time, and I think the prognosis is good. I am a little upset/bitter that this all happened...over nothing. But brooding isn't going to help, so don't expect a long, protracted pity party from me.
I start PT next week. I will keep you posted.