If the doctor only knew
Figured I’d better get in another post before October ended so that my last post wasn’t the only one for this month. It will be a short post though, because it’s hard to type one-handed
No, I’m not wanking off. I broke my wrist at work today. Wish I could say it was doing something exciting, but no…I stumbled getting off the fire engine in front of the station (embarrassing, I know). At least there were some extenuating circumstances (rain, wearing turnout gear from a call), but it’s still a stupid way to get hurt.
My luck’s not been great lately. During October, I’ve been in two (minor) vehicle accidents: hit a deer in my own truck, and got rear-ended in a fire department truck. Now a broken wrist. Probably one of the reasons I’ve not felt like blogging much this month.
I think I’m relieved my two upcoming airplane flights are both in November.
At least one humorous moment came out of my injury today.
When I first fell, my wrist hurt, but not badly. I iced it, and figured it was just a sprain. As the day went on, however, it got more sore, stiff and swollen, so I decided to get it looked at (with some brotherly nudging by my fellow EMTs and paramedics at work).
When the clinic doc examined me, pressing on the swollen tissue and bone, she said I didn’t seem to have any pain from the bone, so was probably only a sprain. Still, she ordered an x-ray to be sure.
I think she was as surprised as I was when radiology decided I not only had a fracture, but might need to have it pinned.
Her response to me was “You must have a very high pain tolerance.” I inwardly chuckled, thinking of a few friends who are well aware of that.
And don’t worry…it’s my left wrist, so Sparkle’s bottom won’t go unattended to (at least until I fly down to LA tomorrow).
