Broken

On Friday morning I had an encounter with some ice; a speedy and gravity-driven encounter. Initially I thought I was fine, and was impressed that I didn't hit my head, but before I'd gone too far I realized that my wrist really hurt. What did I do? I ignored it of course! (Okay, I iced it because it really freaking hurt, but did I go to a doctor? No. Did I go to the hospital? Of course not. I worked the entire day, insisting that I had just sprained my wrist and possibly my thumb, and then went home.)

The next day I went to the chiropractor to get all of the things that were de-aligned by my fall re-alligned. He did his best to convince me to get my wrist checked that day, but I was sure that it was just sprained. As far as he got was sending me for xrays down the hall on Monday which I could then bring back to him so that he could tell me it wasn't broken. (Honestly, only my fingers were swollen and my bruise was smaller than a dime.)

My arm was still unusable on Monday (I couldn't move my hand back, not because it hurt too much, but because it just wouldn't go) so I went for the xrays and took them down the hall. Dr. K was swamped so he told me he'd get back to me by Wednesday, which was fine with me because I knew it wasn't broken, it just hurt (at this point I had niggling doubts because of the inability to move my hand).

I walked in the door at home and Paul said, "You broke your hand."

"I know. The stupid thing hurts."

He tried again, "No. You broke your hand. The doctor called."

Sure enough there was a message on the machine saying that I had fractured my scaphoid (teeny bone in the wrist below the thumb) and the end of my radius (bone on the inside of the arm) and should go for casting.

Shit. I broke my freaking arm.

My cast.

How I feel about my cast.

It didn't take long for me to realize that doing anything with my hair was going to be nearly impossible. It was getting pretty long (as shown in photo below).

So I hacked it off (or rather, paid Andrea to hack it off and then make it pretty).

( My hair is crazy-ass at the back. Who knew?)

This haircut is fairly terrifying when it's curly; I haven't been able to figure out how to control the curl yet so curly photos may be a while. In the meantime, my sweet husband is straightening my hair for me (isn't he awesome? Really, he did it once and I'm going to try to sweet talk him into doing it again.)

UPDATE: The radiologist examined my xrays and said that my radius was not actually fractured. Hurray! The scaphoid may still be fractured so I'm in the cast for two weeks, go back for xrays and then if it still appears to be fractured at that point, I will be casted for 8 more weeks. (Boo!)