101. I have never broken a bone.
Apparently, this fact is no longer true. The Med Center called today to inform me that there was indeed a fracture that appeared on the x-ray, a break to my distal radius, near the wrist. It is a broken arm bone and not the tiny hand bone that the "good doctor" feared. I guess it takes three days to diagnose such a complicated fracture {insert oodles of sarcasm here}.
I have an appt with my doctor Friday afternoon. It may get moved up, I'm not sure yet. I sit in fear of weeks of limited mobility with my arm in a cast, while my two angels take over the house (bwahahahahaha). Help!
The bright side: I have learned something about myself this week. I can type darn fast with one hand.
2 comments:
Trista,
In your honor I am typing this with one hand. The shifting is kinda tough, but I can see how you will get fast fast!
Sorry to hear about your 'Series of Unfortunate Events'! (I just hope your house doesn't burn down).
Take a picture of Abby and Ethan signing your cast,
Bobbi
Have you noticed that all your troubles started with the dang "100 Things" post? I suggest that you never speak of it again.
I went looking for a get well card with a distal radius fracture theme, but they were sold out. So may your arm heal quickly and painlessly. And don't worry about keeping the kids in line--your cast will turn that arm into a nice solid, hefty club. You can bet they'll behave when mom starts swinging her deadly limb!
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