Owie!

My softball season has ended, the night it began. I was clumsy and fell down during a play. Scraped up my leg, isn't that pretty? Also managed to jam up my elbow, trying to catch my fall. More out of embarrassment than anything, I failed to give it the proper due, and continued to play, albet in pain. That was Wednesday night.


Called the doc's office Thursday morning, after soliciting opinions from the nurses at work. That's the handy thing about my job. Doc's office didn't have an opening until this morning (Friday). Yes, I could have gone to the ER Wednesday night, or sometime Thursday. But after working in this field for so many years, I didn't feel like wasting my time (and money) only to be aggravated by stoned drug-seekers and apathetic staff. Besides, I wasn't in *that* much discomfort. Aren't I the martyr? (gag)



PCP sent me over for x-rays this morning, and bless the hospital staff, they pulled me right in. Was out of radiology, with films in hand, by 11 a.m. That has to be a record! Although this is not a picture of my bones, it illustrates a radial head fracture:

Next was a trot out to the specialist's office. Upside to that, was I got to chat vis-a-vis with a gal I used to work with at Blue. She apparently called to warn the staff I was coming out, so they were already teasing me when I arrived. That's alright with me. Means they have to take care of me, since I know one of their own.

Final verdict is no splint at this time, protect the arm, and wait for swelling to subside. Then they'll x-ray again in three weeks, and start physical therapy as long as my joint stays aligned.

Which doesn't sound like any big deal at all... other than it's my right arm, my dominant side. I'm finding a whole new appreciation for living life on the "other side". Now I'll look even more like my lefty sister, and lady Andrea. Yet another reason it was beneficial our parents married!