Yesterday I told you all about how I fell while wearing a cute pair of wedges.
What I may not have fully expressed is the constant throbbing in my wrist since that fall. Or the radiating pain in my fingers, elbow and shoulder.
But since I could move all my fingers and wrist I figured I had sprained my wrist and it was no biggie...I painted, typed and went about my life despite the increasing pain.
Then today I debated should I or shouldn't I go to the Dr. I was sure it was sprained or badly bruised but was it hurting bad enough to pay a copay at the Drs office?
Then I called my mother...who told me that I should go to the Dr just in case. This is not what I wanted to hear from my mom. I called hoping she would tell me, "Stop being so damn soft," or "Stop being so silly". So I was very disappointed when she told me to go to get a x-ray.
So after debating it with her for a minute, I called the Dr's office to see if they could get me in tomorrow. But after talking to the office personal and telling them my mother told me to see a Dr they told me if I can get in there right now the Dr can see me.
So I zoom to the Drs, joke with all the staff about my mom making me go to the Dr and before I can even fill out the paper work they take me back.
While the Dr exams my hand he begins to tell me that I could have injured a little bone, the scaphoid, in my hand that is often mistaken as a sprain. He then goes into detail telling me that if this brake goes untreated you have to have surgery that may result in a bone graft. But he doesn't think its broke but to make mom feel better we decide to x-ray it just in case.
So I have x-rays and rather quickly the Dr is back in the room wanting to show me the break in my scaphoid bone.
Yup thats right its broken.
After making a quick call to tell my mom that she may have missed the ruptured appendix but she nailed the broken wrist, I am whisked to another room and they ask me what color of cast would I like.
I would like to say that I was a model patient at this point but all I could do was laugh.
Every time they wrapped the hot pink fiberglass around my wrist I laughed.
Every time the nurse smiled at me I laughed.
When the Dr said its good I listen to my mom, I laughed.
For the next two weeks I have to wear this cast then they will take it off, take more x-rays and then probably put on another cast.
Is it weird that I'm a little excited that I finally broke something and get to wear a cast?
Is it equally weird that not being able to move my thumb is causing me to have anxiety?