So. This past weekend there was a snowboard outing that ended in a trip to the ER. Short story – I fell less than gracefully and will need surgery on my right arm. Here’s the events broken into brief moments that I’m sure I’ll cherish later, and homemade memes because I can’t bake anything homemade for you today:
The day started with yay fun times with friends! go up lift, take selfies, start shredding down the hill…
Run #1 went smoothly and I start thinking “oh yeah ready for the US Open…” oops! cue less than graceful fall on run #2.
Get Jesse’s attention that something is wrong. This involved hand waving on his side, and screaming on mine because my uninjured hand was busy cradling the injured arm. I can laugh about it now but Jesse kept giving me the thumbs up or down (clearly I couldn’t respond that way) and he said he couldn’t hear me but thought that I was okay because I had this wild smile on my face. Go figure I look like a crazed clown when in shock.
Jesse makes his way back to me and we huff it down the run on foot (because I’m too self conscious/amped up on adrenaline to call ski patrol). At one point I shook my arm a little to see if maybe I just startled myself and only sprained my wrist…the result of which was about half way through my forearm that it just flopped. Fun.
Finally make it over to the medical shack where the adrenaline wore off and I used some choice language in front of the nicest medic (sorry Jackie!!).
After being put in a temporary splint, we opted to just drive ourselves to the ER. That was one drive I really wished didn’t drive old ass Jeeps with zero shocks.
And then we made it to the ER. I imagined being pumped full of pain relievers as soon as the automatic doors glided open. Clearly, I was delusional.
Check in, wait, paperwork, x-rays, moved rooms twice and then, finally, my savior named Dorothy came in to do my IV and pump me full of the good stuff. I’ve never broken a bone or been to the ER, but 3.5 hours seemed like a long time to go before pain meds. Especially to someone who’s arm resembled this:
And then traction, more x-rays, needles etc and a temporary cast until my surgery because those pesky bones just won’t line up. I kind of saw that coming when the doctor doing my first x-rays goes “Oh you’re really f’ed up sweetie”. Great. But I finally got those pain meds so everything was groovy maaaan.
Here we are! I’m learning to type with just my left hands and have a new appreciation for baggy sweat shirts. After I have my surgery (TBD date on that) and am feeling better, I suppose I’ll have to start learning how to bake and photograph using my left hand while still in my cast. Do I smell a new recipe series? Lefty Baking for Righty Dummies? Maaaaybe. I think first up will be my hearty breakfast Blueberry Almond Muffins. Fool proof in a stand mixer and the perfect hearty muffin that holds its own against bowls of oatmeal or bagel sandwiches. I’ll share the recipe soon. Promise.