Aug 23 - Brief update to the situation: I had to get surgery to get a pin in my arm! Basically, when a bone becomes displaced, it has a tendency to slip back into the place it broke in. That's bad, as it could lead to deformity of the healed bone. So, by placing a small pin, it helps further stabilize the bone so it heals properly. I got the surgery yesterday, and it went surprisingly smoothly! Also, thank you all so much for the support and wishing me a speedy recovery. Anyway, if you'd like to know how this happened in the first place, read further: (press space to see my actual cast) Yep. It's happened. I've broken my first bone...in the most STUPIDEST and PAINFUL way possible. Let me summarize. So it's like 6:40, and I'm on my scooter. After I go on a short errand to buy more floss (remember this), I decide to go down a curved hill that I occasionally travel down. I roll down the cracked sidewalk with confidence, but then I slip down onto the road. Thankfully, I stay to the right, so I can easily slow down when I need to, and it's unlikely a car will hit me. Unthankfully, I didn't consider the fact cars were parked next to the sidewalk, and the moment I realized, it was too late. I could barely slow down. BAM! In my attempt to avoid hitting into a parked car, I nick the edge of it, go head over handlebars, and wipe out, landing on my arm, and scraping against the road. Immediately I scream in pain. At that instant...I knew I screwed up. I try to get up but I feel this incredibly sharp pain in my wrist. I take a look at it, and immediately noticed it was angled at like 30 degrees, almost entirely out of the socket! I knew I had to tell my parents immediately. Of course I can't walk without feeling like poop, so I have to make the dreaded call to my parents about how I need help. They come immediately and of course they're disturbed. I'm taken to the hospital immediately, and had to get urgent treatment. After the x-rays, they said it was a closed displaced wrist fracture, and what they would need to do is realign my wrist in a proper position to improve it's function and let it heal. I head off to the ER and they understandably put me to sleep, as they fix up my wrist. It honestly felt like a fever dream then, almost like it wasn't real. I was half conscious when they began wrapping up, and all I felt was dazed. I was blinking rapidly and tired. Eventually, the casting's finished, but due to the fact the medicine they put me on causes nausea and dizziness, I have to stay for a little longer. Eventually they give me some apple juice, and thankfully, I keep it down. They give me a sling so my casted arm is perpendicular to my body. I get out of there, into my room, and feel so sick. I immediately vomit out my insides and feel relived. As it being 1am, I head off to bed, and wake up the next day (aka today) I feel a lot less miserable and it should be healed up in at least 4 to 6 weeks. Of course, now I'm gonna get used to using only my right hand for things. I am a rightie, but I use my left hand for a lot of things; typing, opening things, pouring juice, reading books, holding stuff, and...flossing...huh. That's ironic. Before you completely worry tho, I can still draw (as evident by these very crude and painful illustrations), so I may still be able to finish an animation. Progress will obviously be slower though. Of course, if not obvious, I've learned some valuable lessons from this. *inhale* DON'T FRICKING RIDE AUDACIOUSLY ON A SCOOTER!!! I think stuff like this is partially fate as well. I'm the youngest of the family, and we all know they're the ones that get in the most trouble. There is a very likely probability the first award I get as an adult is going to be a Darwin award. Or at least become a contender for it. Anyway, wish me luck for the next month...and feel free to tell me any of your stories of broken bones! - 97Scratch
