This morning I had an appointment with the Fracture Clinic at the hospital.
They began with removing the plaster cast, which on the whole wasn’t terrible, but then they sent me down to X-ray and X-rayed the wrist again.
I cried. I didn’t cry because it was being X-rayed, I cried because in order to get the X-ray, they had to put my wrist into a position that my wrist physically could get into. This resulted in having to hold my wrist in such a painful position, that I just cried!
Eventually it was over and I trundled back to the fracture clinic.
At the fracture clinic I saw the doctor, who told me that there were in fact two fractures. Both caused from the impact of me bracing as I had done with my hands. This meant that it would need to be re-cast for another month and we’d take it from there. I had another cast put on, this time in pink, and off I went home.
When the doctor had said two fractures, I had assumed he meant two fractures in the scaphoid. However, when I got home and actually looked at the ACC form, I realised that there were two fractures; one in the scaphoid, and one in the radius. So basically I’ve broken my arm and wrist, very close to the hand end.
Bugger.
You can see, in the first picture, that I am less than amused. I am getting married in 10 days.
I genuinely thought that as the ED had told me that they were airing on the side of caution, it was unlikely that I would have another cast, or even that my injury was very bad! Never mind. At least I could get a pink cast to slightly go with my dress.
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