Well, a farewell to one arm for six weeks or so, anyway.
I bust it yesterday, when leaving work. It turns out it was a bit icy underfoot. For me there was no warning; one minute I was walking towards the bus stop, the next I, er, wasn’t.
I fell backwards and landed on my left arm, quite heavily, giving myself a Colle’s fracture. I knew it wasn’t good news, but at the time I didn’t know it was a break. I headed back to the office, got attention from the first aiders and then a lift up the hill to Ninewells. When I got my coat off for examination there, it became obvious the arm wasn’t the right shape any more.
Broken bones are new territory for me, so I was particularly pleased to discover that local anaesthetics are highly effective. They’re happy with how it’s now positioned, but will need to check it hasn’t shifted next week. The consultant at my follow-up appointment this morning said, “You don’t do things by halves do you?” Arms aside, it would seem!
If you haven’t yet tried a broken limb, I can’t say I would recommend it, but – so far at any rate – it’s not as bad as I might have imagined, and the setting was completely painless.